[A Chinese Ghost Story] Grandma is hard to be

On a night in the midsummer season, evil fires are raging along the banks of the Wangchuan River, the sky above the head is as blue as the deep sea, the moon is bright and clear, the stars are brilliant, and the cool splendor covers the sky and the earth, sprinkled on the dark purple flowing flower river, like countless Crystal glass, sparkling frost.

Even though the fragrance of flowers all over the sky is not as deceptive as the fragrance of begonias of the person below him, he is an old monster, a proud and stingy old monster.

Under the teasing and teasing of his dexterous fingers, Xiaohe trembled almost into a puddle of spring water, and went with the waves, his fingers could only helplessly grab his collar, like a dehydrated fish, unable to control himself.

The drunk old demon is very gentle, every kiss is like a feather, and every low, contented sigh is full of affection.

The lower lip, the corners of the mouth, if there seems to be no gnawing, the entanglement of biting and moistening the tip of the tongue...

Between the eyebrows, eyelids, collarbone, and licking lips became hotter and hotter, and the hot fingertips have already drawn into the taboo along the curve of the waist and abdomen.

It's an intimacy like never before.

The irresistible and unbearable numbness that came from Xiaohe made Xiaohe resist, and it hurt a little, so she couldn't help arching her body upwards, her lines were too tight, and she slightly staggered the dazzling light-colored thin lips , the breathing of the two was scattered and rapid, infected with sweet love, moved.

Just one more straw is enough to burn sanity.

At some point, her clothes had already been stripped off, her waist-length blue silk spread out on her beautiful back, and the bright white moonlight poured down on her body, outlining a beautiful curve of a girl, and the delicate skin was stained with the wine that was full of life. Xiang and Daughter Xiang, with a thin layer of sweat transpiration attached to the shallow hair, are so beautiful!

The old demon's bewildered eyes were full of starlight, one hand rested on that tender, soft place, and the other hand pinched a strand of her hair, twisted it around her fingertips, put it on the tip of her nose and gently sniffed it. , and then the tail of her hair unintentionally swept across her exquisite curves, causing the person on her body to tremble.

The cool breeze is blowing, the sea of ​​flowers is surging, and bursts of refreshing and elegant fragrance come.

Yellow spring flower, relieve all worries, leave thousands of worries.

The old demon who had been under the pressure of the little crane suddenly turned over, and pressed the little crane under the white down fox fur like a hungry wolf, his eyes were full of the aggression of a carnivorous hunter.

The movement on the canoe splashed countless white water splashes, and some crystals fell on his hair and eyebrows. The touch of the ice spirit dripped down her neck along his angular face, "suddenly" disappearing. into the depths.

At this time, every sense is extremely sensitive, and every contact brings indescribable dark desire and fire.

The subtle spiritual creatures dormant in the sea of ​​flowers on both sides of the strait rise into the sky and dance all over the sky. The dark green lamps fill the sky with romance, and the fluorescent light is weak, shining like stars, and blooming brilliantly.

Xiaohe raised his head slightly, his chin and neck drew a seductive arc, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the dreamlike space in a daze, opened his mouth slightly, and murmured: "It's so beautiful..."

The gentle lilac, her tongue was gently bitten by the man on her body, she could clearly feel the change somewhere in his body.

The old demon blinked aggrievedly, the corners of his eyes were full of spring, which was brilliantly red.

He buried his head in her ear, and asked in a low and hoarse voice, "Xiao Feihe, I'll eat you, okay?" Withdrew the fingers under her body, and replaced her demon dick with the entrance. There is no more gap in the body.

Xiao He bit his lip, his eyes watered.

The departure of the old demon's fingers made her feel empty, she wanted more, and she longed for that fulfilling feeling of being satisfied.

She raised her hand and brushed away the long black hair that was hanging down in front of his eyes, and her clear pupils looked straight into his eyes.

There was her, all of her, and only her.

Pity and destruction, restraint and impulsiveness, tenderness and anxiety... so much so much love, such deep affection.

In the next second, Xiaohe hooked his neck, leaned forward actively, wrapped his naked leg around his waist, stretched out his tongue and licked his throat, gasped weakly, and said: " Old monster... let's eat..."

No more patience, no more rejection, no more loneliness.

You are mine and I am yours.

This is the most beautiful love story and the deepest invitation.

The long hair is entangled, the love is continuous, and they will never be separated, and they will be together forever.

The evil flowers are fiery red, the Wangchuan is dark purple, the sky is silvery, and the sky and the earth are glowing.

In the vast sea of ​​purple flowers, a canoe went downstream, the hull of the boat was shrouded in a faint golden light.

When Xiao Feihe went from the first discomfort to the subsequent desire, immortality, desire, and death, he hoarsely groaned and moaned: "My lord, please forgive me... my lord..." The tone is broken, and the immature and youthful is also full of love and desire at this time.

The old demon managed to regain a few traces of clarity and reason, and then came to his senses, ahem...the first time...maybe it was too much...but I was a little annoyed at myself, he was drunk, and I blamed her for the delicious taste , and this time the venue... ahem... in the future... tsk tsk!

The old demon sighed in satisfaction, stroked her little head as if to comfort her, pressed a kiss on her forehead, slid one hand in from her waist, wrapped her around her, and exchanged a kiss for the two of them. position, let her continue to lie on him, and then his white and slender hands took out his bright red wedding dress from the void and put it on her body.

Xiaohe thought that she would be so tired that her bones would fall apart, but when she lay on the old demon's chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, she felt as if there was a warm heat flowing from her lower abdomen to all parts of her body. , brought her a steady stream of energy and energy, as if the power of life was continuously strengthened and filled, she couldn't describe that feeling.

Love, fullness from body to soul.

At that moment, it seems to be forever, it seems that the sea is dry and the stone is rotten.

Xiaohe pondered, this is probably the legendary "Dual Cultivation", right?No wonder so many women want to climb into his bed!The taste is indeed...ahem...but she got "practice", what about the old monster?Can the old monster rely on himself... ahem...?Glancing at the old demon who was resting with his eyes closed, there was a contented spring smile on his lips, as if... seemed to have become more handsome... cough cough... psychological effect, psychological effect, right?

After a long time, it seemed that the boat turned down the current and entered another world, the light gradually dimmed, and the sky was quite different from what Xiaohe saw before.

She couldn't help but put one hand on the old demon's chest, and looked up and looked around.

This look made her blush with shame!He threw himself into the arms of the old demon, pulled his clothes up to cover his head, the most important thing was to cover his face!Cover your face!Cover your face!

It turned out that the river surface became wider at this time, and hundreds of canoes appeared on the faintly glowing orange water surface, and a faint lotus candle was lit on the prow of each small boat, Inside each canoe sits a translucent figure.

The sky is thick ink that cannot be melted away, and the bottom is the endless Santu River.

Xiaohe's subordinates squeezed the old demon's flat waist hard, embarrassed, ashamed and annoyed, did they stage a lively and fragrant scene just now in front of so many "people" Version of "Field Fighting Erotic Palace A*V"? !ah!ah ah!Ahhhhh!Butterfly!

Uncontrollable laughter came from the old demon's chest, and he couldn't help but slapped her ass and butt amusedly, and lifted his clothes, allowing her to get her tightly covered head out.

"I'm not afraid to suffocate myself, fool!"

Xiaohe's attitude was very tough, and he would not let go, struggling and twisting in his arms.

Seeing the old demon's eyes darken and his expression getting weirder... Xiaohe also sensed a subtle change somewhere in his restlessness, and he stiffened his body and dared not move any more.

Even if she doesn't understand human affairs, she also understands this time, if she doesn't stop, she will be lighting a fire.She is not as thick-skinned as the old monster. She dared to play "Hum Ha He Twelve Variations" again when she knew there were so many people around her.

From under her bright red clothes, she revealed a small face flushed with suffocation, grinning and glaring at the old demon.

The eyes of the two met, and the smile in the old demon's eyes was even stronger, his spring color was dark, his voice was hoarse, and he said in a low voice: "In the world, people can't see ghosts, and in the world of ghosts, ghosts can't see people. If you get wet with yellow spring water , they will see us, don't be shy~~"

Xiaohe was taken aback, so... are the two of them wearing an invisibility cloak?Doing bad things openly?The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a slightly ferocious smile...

ah!She's been carried away...and understands the subtext that should have been ignored.

Can't this feeling be any better?

The old demon frowned, pressed down her little head that was curiously looking around, and whispered seductively in her sensitive ear: "So... Xiao Feihe, do you want to have another meeting with the king?"

Xiaohe bit his lip, tilted his head, and thought seriously... For three seconds, and in the next second, he made a decisive choice—to throw down the old demon...

Finished!

Two restless monsters are destined to get entangled!Ahhhhh!What a moral failure!The world is going down!

It's so loud!

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After tonight is the Ullambana Festival, the gate of ghosts is wide open, and it is the day when all ghosts walk in the night.

Thousands of ghosts from Huangquan pass through the gates of hell, sitting in canoes made of their own coffin boards, and under the guidance of the messengers of the underworld, they go upstream along the Santu River all the way to the three tributaries of Wangchuan, Liushui and Luoni leading to the world. .

There is the Obon Festival every year, but it is only once every hundred years that may make hell empty for a day.

This is the great compassion of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Whether it's the unjust souls who died in the city of vain, or those lonely souls wandering in the wilderness, wandering in the border between life and death, or those nameless souls, they don't have the lotus lantern lit by their relatives in the world to lead them home. , There is no canoe made of coffin boards, but it is still possible to go to the world for a trip on this Obon Festival in a century.

In many cases, the boundaries between humans, ghosts and gods are not so clear.

Only the canoes owned by Lao Yao and Xiao He went down the current, so compared to the speed of the boats, they were extremely fast, just like flying boats on the river and splashes of waterfalls.

Both sides of the Santu River are full of more Bianhua flowers, which are the flowers of Huangquan, blooming like blood, gorgeous like clouds, looking from a distance like a carpet spread by blood, I don’t know how many broken flowers they have watched The story of people's hearts has gone through thousands of flowers blooming and withering.

The old demon dragged the little crane to the shore, and the Bana flowers on both sides rustled out of a small path.He took her hand and walked leisurely into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers. The path behind him quickly disappeared. This is a road to hell that can only go forward and cannot go back.

After passing the mountain gate is the Shidian Ghost Mansion, and the Daxiong Hall of the Ghost Mansion has a stone arch bridge.

Xiaohe watched from afar, and the ink-colored "Naihe Bridge" was inscribed on the big red lantern. He couldn't help being slightly surprised, and curiously pulled the old demon to take a quick look.

Is today a day trip to hell?

The patrol ghost officers on duty quietly hid the "familiar face" who laughed so hard, and yelled at Grandpa Hades and the chief judge...

Wangxiang Terrace, Sansheng Stone, Mengpo Soup.

The past, the stories of old people, where does family and love go?

The next chapter,... the water mirror of reincarnation.

The author has something to say:

First of all, thank you Lemon Angel's Lei*2~ I didn't find it!Jinjiang is too pumped!

I have been staying in the country for the past few days without a computer, so I can only use my mobile phone to type. A lot of information and stored memes have to be rewritten, so it is very slow...and...I am going to finish! (real)

Here is a more detailed introduction to demons, hell, etc., because the pitfalls I will write next have a lot to do with these, and I will preview them in advance for angels who like 111.

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After the boat play is finished, it won't come out and won't give the broth to drink

☆, a spring intoxicated

The old Heishan demon has lived for tens of thousands of years, but he has never seen a female demon who is more cruel, ruthless, and stalking than the century-old banyan tree demon in Lanruo Temple who has finally cultivated to become fine.

The old demon held his chin and pondered carefully, frowned slightly, and vaguely remembered... the banyan tree demon in Lanruo Temple was a female fairy, right?Forget it, anyway, he hasn't seen what she looks like from the beginning to the end, whether it's male or female.

The old demon still remembers the first time he discovered that Lan Ruosi's grandma was madly infatuated with him, and even the madness came from a human woman named Huaqing...

Lush and brilliant blooming flowers always bring infinite joy and vitality to people.

They tried their best, brewing from autumn, and survived the winter, and finally got a warm and grand one.This is the attitude about "life" that the old demon most recognizes and appreciates.

Among the hundred flowers, his favorite is the crabapple.

The begonias are endless in all seasons, the flowers are coquettish and luxuriant, and the flowers and leaves are even more colorful and embroidered in different poses.

There is also a little-known reason why he prefers crabapple. The stunning woman in that portrait is standing gently under a crabapple tree with a low brow and a slight smile, full of shyness and joy.Come to think of it, she also loves Haitang very much.

This year was a prosperous age under the rule of the Li family of the Tang Dynasty.

In the city of Chang'an in Kyoto, peonies are blooming everywhere, and everywhere is rich and prosperous.

The old demon was invited by the Peony Fairy① who lived in Chang'an City at that time, to come to enjoy the flowers, and experience the excitement of "ten miles of spring breeze, fragrance all over the imperial capital".

He gently swayed the jade bone fan, dressed in the most seasonal, elegant and expensive official clothes, and rode a white horse, strolling outside Chang'an City, among the wilderness and sky.

So unrestrained and comfortable, comfortable and comfortable!

The spring breeze is warm and harmonious, and the wanderers are fascinated by it.

Suddenly, the nose with a keen sense of smell smelled the faint scent of crabapple flowers wrapped in the spring breeze, floating faintly, lingering...

The old demon got off his horse, led the horse, and sniffed the fragrance of flowers to find it.

The forest is covered by layers of fruit trees, and the green leaves are layered one upon another, providing a pleasing shade.

There are people in the depths of the forest!

Bamboo fence, thatched house, two chickens, clusters of flowers.

A slender woman in a light pink dress, with her sleeves rolled up, revealing her white jade arms, is making rice dumplings under a tree of pink and white crabapple flowers.It is the ten fingers that are as slender as catkins!

She was skillfully kneading glutinous rice balls, with a big peach-blossom wooden basin full of candied crabapples beside her.

As soon as the spring breeze blows, the crabapples on the top of the head are in succession, and there is a tender rain of petals.

The colorful butterflies cruising between her black hair temples are naturally too beautiful to behold.

The old demon smelled the clear fragrance in the air, and was a little intoxicated by it.

When the woman finished kneading the last dumpling, she entered the room with a wooden basin, stretched out her hand and brushed some mischievous strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears, and when she looked up, she saw the smiling young man in white outside the fence.

She didn't put on airs, she pretended to be shy, instead she smiled lightly and asked straightforwardly: "Is the young master looking at people or enjoying flowers? If you want to look at people, the young girl is married. If you want to enjoy flowers, please come in and sit down, my little one." Wouldn’t it be a beautiful thing in the world for a woman to invite the young master to eat a bowl of freshly kneaded crabapple balls, drink a cup of spring moon wine, and then go on the road when she is slightly drunk?”

The old demon smiled and nodded in agreement, and replied, "It's not only to appreciate flowers, but also to appreciate love."

He let go of the rein, and after saying that, he walked in and let the horse go around looking for food to fill his stomach.

On that day, the old demon spent time drinking with her and eating crabapple balls.

Knowing that he was invited by a friend, she came to Prosperous Chang'an for the first time, so she specially took out a pen and paper, wrote down and told him - where the peonies bloom the best and brightest, and which century-old store in the city The glutinous rice balls are the best, and which girl in the Mingyue Zuihualou can play the silk qin the most beautifully... so and so, so and so.

She also mentioned that her name was Hua Qing, and she had promised it to Xu Xiucai in Xinghua Village.Although she has never met a scholar, she has heard many stories about him.In the conversations with the old demon, there is no exception to reveal that as a woman to be married, she is satisfied with this marriage, the rosy cheeks are more beautiful than Haitang.

The old demon also talked to her about the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the small bridges and flowing water, the rhyming songs in the night, and his years in the mountains, his drunken life.

The two chatted happily.

By the time the old demon regained his composure, the sun was setting and the sunset was glowing, and half the sky was boiling.

The old demon slapped his forehead, remembering the agreement with Fairy Peony, so he got up to say goodbye.

"Son!"

When the old demon got on his horse, Hua Qing called him.

She tiptoed off a branch of pink and white flowers from the crabapple tree in the yard, picked up the hem of the pink skirt, trotted over, and stuck it between the gaps in his saddle with a smile on her face.

"I hope you will come to smell the fragrance again in the next year when you are looking for flowers! I will find someone to enjoy the flowers with you as soon as possible!" Her eyes are bright, her smile is soft and warm, and she sincerely wishes.

The old demon was naturally in a happy mood, he laughed and rode away!

beauty.beautiful flowers.gourmet food.fine wine.

Nothing compares to beauty and human kindness.

The flowers in Chang'an City are beautiful, and the wine is also mellow, but there is an episode of "winning beauty" with Lu Dongbin who came down to earth chasing the peony fairy, so the whole thing is not so "harmonious".

Lu Dongbin's three plays Peony Fairy②, when Peony Fairy was relegated to the mortal world to become an ordinary flower fairy, no, he eagerly chased after her.Otherwise, how could Lu Daxian's cheap love reach a new height?

That day, Peony Fairy waited for the old demon at the gate of Chang'an City, and she waited for a whole day.Lu Dongbin stood beside him coldly and accompanied him for a whole day.

When the old demon rushed straight down the city, seeing this scene, he immediately understood it.

As soon as Peony Fairy saw him coming, she didn't blame him for being late. She came forward with a smile after being late for so long. She took his hand and went straight into the Peony Fairyland. vomiting blood.

The old demon and the fairy are old acquaintances, so it is natural to help with this.Fairy didn't say how much love and hatred was hidden in it, so he naturally wouldn't ask, let alone run to Lu Dongbin to explain.Therefore, later on, a romantic affair in which the old Montenegro demon captured the beauty was deduced, which was widely spread in the Three Realms.

No matter what age, gossip always has wings.

After one month, the old demon bid farewell and deliberately went to Huaqing's small hut, but found that the grass was withered and the trees were yellow, and the house was empty.

At first, the old demon thought she was already married as a wife, so he dug up the pink crabapple and brought it back to Montenegro.

One night a few years later, he returned to his room after drinking, and unexpectedly found a naked woman lying on the bed, looking at him with bright eyes.

That woman is none other than Hua Qing!

And it's not Hua Qing herself anymore, Hua Qing is dead, but a monster came to seduce him in the middle of the night with her skin on her back!

The goblin seemed to be sure that he would never do anything to women, and kept throwing himself on him.

The old demon couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't want to see Hua Qing's skin being spoiled like this again, so in a rage, he peeled off the demon's skin.

Suddenly, a wrinkled little woman rolled out!This is the first time the old demon saw the banyan tree spirit - a female demon with a child's body but an old man's face.

Seeing that she was exposed, the banyan tree spirit fled away in an instant, extremely embarrassed!

The old demon had no intention of arresting her for questioning.In the eyes of people like them who live the same life as the heaven and the earth, the lives of mortals are nothing more than the life and death of mayflies, each with its own destiny.He wouldn't kill the banyan tree spirit just for Hua Qing.

Created by themselves.What's more, when a mortal dies and goes to the underworld, he will be reborn in another life.Speaking of it, the friendship between them is too shallow.Do it or do it.

Later, the old demon heard from the goblin little fairy that the banyan tree spirit deliberately cast a spell to kill the surrounding vegetation and flowers in order to drive away Huaqing and prevent the old demon from meeting her again.As a result, Hua Qing was regarded as an "unlucky person" by the neighbors, and even the agreed marriage was abandoned, and it became a mess.Later, he became ill.

The banyan tree in Lanruo Temple guarded Huaqing to death for five years.When the flower green oil was exhausted and the lamp dried up, she died one second, and the next moment the banyan tree spirit had already taken her skin and rushed to the Black Mountain...

Later, the old demon heard that the banyan tree spirit occupies land and is the king, who enslaves the erotic ghosts to suck the blood and vitality of passers-by for cultivation...

The old demon sighed, feeling sorry for Hua Qing, and hated the banyan spirit even more.

These are the stories that the old demon knows—a vicious old woman who does everything she can to climb into her bed, raises female ghosts and does all kinds of evil.

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But many stories often have a very different version.There will be a thousand and one Hamlet in the eyes of a hundred spectators.

In just a hundred years, the banyan tree spirit tried her best to climb onto the bed of the Montenegro old demon.

Once, she was a coquettish, coquettish vixen...

Once, she was a pure magpie essence...

Once, she got into the wine jar, just waiting to "accidentally" kiss her when the Montenegrin old demon was drinking... [In the end, she met an alcoholic old man stealing wine...

Once, when she took advantage of the old Heishan old demon and a certain (digital) wife were lingering in the clouds and rain...

Once, she was almost beaten out of her wits by a cold-faced and ruthless general...

Once, she was cut off by the evil girl...

Once, she was finally touched by the old Montenegro demon...

But she has never appeared in front of the old demon with her original appearance...

Later, she heard the eighth lady of the old demon say that the old demon likes mature and charming women, and hates all ugly things.

Later, she heard from the third wife of the old demon that drinking the man's pure essence blood can not only prolong the life span, but also rejuvenate the old man, and keep the face and breasts full.

Later, she silently returned to her Lanruo Temple and began to make trouble there.In just a few years, Lanruo Temple has become a desolate ancient temple that everyone fears and ghosts detour, and passers-by began to regard the grassy back hill of Lanruo Temple as a mass grave.

Gradually, there are more and more lonely and wandering ghosts without owners...

During the daily practice of the banyan tree spirit, her mind became more and more deviant, her body grew, but her face became even older.

She always puts on the thickest makeup and wears a black dress, looking fierce.

She kills all lustful men, she loves that stunning man.

The old demon found that the frequency of the banyan spirit appeared less, and thought it was because Montenegro had tightened its defenses. He didn't know that it was just that she changed the harassment cycle to once every three years.

The old demon never noticed that she always appeared on the same day.

At the last moment of the banyan tree spirit's death, he looked at the man who looked like him but wasn't him and put his hand deep into his chest, trying to take away the heart that loved him, and finally struggled to die completely!

If he doesn't want this heart, then let her keep this heart for himself after death!

In the astonishment of the man, she slowly closed her eyes.

At that moment, she seemed to see that drunk man in white, leaning on her arms, falling asleep deeply drunk...

The spring breeze blows gently.

She wanted to open her arms to embrace him so much, and wanted to brush the fallen leaves off his white clothes so much...

The wine jar he drank was overturned, and the mellow and thick wine flowed into the soil, irrigating and nourishing her...

The spring breeze blows gently.

She felt that she was blushing, her soul was drunk, and her heart was gone...

Unrequited love makes people humble, and in the end all he gave her was the intoxication of the spring breeze...

Love to hysteria, love to exhaustion, that's love.

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Xiaoqing lay dormant for a long time, waiting to kill her grandma and the old demon.

She once said that she was sick and dying.

Xiaoqing's face is very different from that of the previous one, see that she once used the elusive makeup technique to make Xiaohe not recognize that she was wearing her own skin.

Grandma is not kind, she has done too many wrong things.Because grandma is a banyan tree spirit, it is not because she is wrinkled and short because she is old, but because of her species on the one hand, and on the other hand, she wanted to transform into a human form for "quick success" and self-defeating.

It seems that I have washed everyone white.

The story of Lu Dongbin and the Peony Fairy is based on folklore, but in order to integrate into the story of a Chinese girl, the stalk of "Dumei" was added.Fairy Peony was demoted to Chang'an City.

I wrote it here seriously because I found that you don't seem to like to read the author's words!

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