brother, please come down

The firewood is chopped and sorted into a pile.He only took a short breath, and before taking a rest, he walked to the well again, fetched water, and sent buckets of water to the kitchen.Just after four or five barrels were delivered, a man wearing a scarf suddenly barged in outside the door.

When the young boy saw it, he was so frightened that he trembled all over, and immediately the bucket fell to the ground, dripping water from the man's feet.

The man in the Lunjin showed no compassion, he raised his foot ferociously, and kicked him to the ground.

The little boy clutched his chest that hurt from being kicked, and shrank in a corner of the yard, staring at a pair of frightened eyes, covering his head as if waiting for something.

Donghua sighed softly, the child was probably used to being beaten in the past.

But the Lunjin man didn't try to embarrass him any more, but rushed into the house, and after a while, he packed up a bulging bag and ran away from the door.

The young boy watched the man in the scarf walk away with a puzzled expression on his face.But soon, he showed the smile of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, with slender eyebrows and eyes, as if the fright and kick just now had never happened.

Suddenly, he pricked up his ears and looked at the door vigilantly, and then quickly got into the chicken coop.

A group of people broke in from the yard, and the leader looked haughty. Even though he hadn't grown three beards yet, Donghua recognized him as the Marquis of Zhenyuan.

Marquis Zhenyuan waved his hand, and the servants rushed forward and beat and smashed, making the house a mess, and then left with a full body of anger.

After a while, the young boy dared to crawl out of the chicken coop, plucked the chicken feathers on his head, looked at the dilapidated yard, and was at a loss for a moment.Then, he opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked into the chicken coop.

The picture ends here, and then there is a foggy one.Donghua knew that since then, Yu Sheng has deviated from his original destiny.

After that, there were occasional fragmentary scenes, or Yu Sheng begging along the street with a disheveled face, or Yu Sheng eavesdropping on the tree in the academy, flashed by, and finally, it was Yu Sheng who is now selling letters along the street.

Donghua said: "This Yu's life is miserable enough. He has been bullied since he was a teenager, and the original ending is to die unexpectedly. It's really pitiful."

Qingyang said: "Siming Xingjun has attached his original fate to this picture, please take a look at it." He raised two fingers and poked at the scroll.

The picture changed again, the man with the scarf no longer had the scarf on his head, and he fell under the tree unkempt, bleeding from seven holes, he was already a dead man.Marquis Zhenyuan looked contemptuous, and kicked the corpse into the pit dug next to him.Afterwards, several servants dug and filled the pit, and it was in full swing.After these people left, the young Yu Sheng ran out from behind the tree, knelt down beside the mound where the man with the Lun scarf was buried, and wept bitterly.

Then there is the same begging and stealing as before, and selling calligraphy and paintings along the street.In the final scene, Yu Sheng with a face of grief and indignation was beaten to a bloody mess by the slaves of the Marquis of Zhenyuan, wrapped in a mat, thrown on a cart, and transported out of the city in the middle of the night.

Donghua looked away from the picture: "I can't bear to look directly at it. It seems that the person who broke into the magic realm he hit saved his life."

Qingyang's eyes flashed.

Donghua saw it in his eyes: "Do you have something to say?"

Qingyang knelt down suddenly and said: "Although this subordinate has restrained all the immortal energy, the people in the demon realm are scheming and ruthless. I am afraid that if this demon leaves, I will miss a big deal, so I need to ask your superior to help me."

With Donghua's eyebrows moving, Qingyang is so scrupulous and hostile to an ordinary person in the devil's realm, let alone Xuantian.I'm afraid that the entire heaven now treats Xuantian and Demon Realm in the same way.

Seeing him distracted, Qingyang cautiously reminded: "Your Majesty?"

Donghua came back to his senses, coughed lightly, and joked, "Oh, so you came here to arrest my strong man."

When Donghua visited the bookstall again, he already had an extra folding fan in his hand.It turned out that Qingyang turned into a fan and begged Donghua to carry it in order to prevent extraneous branches, so as to avoid people's eyes and ears.

At this time, night is approaching, the red sun is tilting to the west, and the clouds above the eaves of the gate tower are low, as if burning.

Donghua shook the folding fan twice: "It looks like tomorrow will be sunny again."

Yu Sheng was stacking up the books on the stall one by one. Hearing this, he raised his head and recognized the guest officer who came a while ago, and said, "I'm sorry, guest officer, my stall is closed and I'll stay for two days. There are new items, please come again."

Donghua said: "I don't intend to buy books, I just wandered around casually, and I came to Mr. here unexpectedly, isn't it because of fate?"

Yu Sheng put a stack of books into the bookcase, then straightened up and looked Donghua up and down.

The Great God Donghua stood with his back facing the afterglow of the setting sun, with three thousand black hair in perfect order, and his light blue robe was spotless.In Yu Sheng's view, the appearance of a god, coupled with an impeccable and decent smile, is naturally amazing.

Yu Shengke said politely: "I think you have a refined appearance, and I don't expect you to be like me. You have visited twice, and if you want to buy rare collections, I don't have them here. Why not go to a bigger store?"

Because Qingyang turned into a folding fan, he silently followed.Out of face, Donghua is determined to achieve this matter, just try to get close to Yu Sheng.Then he said in a mysterious manner: "This is the reason. Mister, you might as well think about it again. What kind of books are there that are not in Dashuxuan, but you have unique ones here, and they are worth my visit here?" After speaking, he thought uncertainly: It must be... there is, right?

Yu Sheng stared at Donghua for a long time, and gradually changed his inexplicable eyes: "Is that the kind of book you want, sir?"

Donghua closed the folding fan and tapped on the palm of his hand: "Exactly."

Yu Sheng immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder you come here frequently. You can't see that you and I are of the same path."

Donghua smiled perfunctorily.I saw Yu Sheng quickly went to the bottom of the bookcase to rummage through it, and found a few books that were neither thick nor thin. After seeing that there was no one around, they just lined up on the bookstall: "Here, these books are all at the bottom of the box. Yes, I don’t show it easily on weekdays, if you like it, my price will definitely be fair.”

It was inconvenient for Donghua to hold the folding fan, so he put it on the bookcase.Turning through those booklets one by one, and looking at them in turn, they are "Spring Sleeping Picture", "Pinxiang Chronicle", "Two or Three Things Between Me and Taoist", "The Secret Art of Yeyu Hundred Girls", "Yu Qing Yunyu Wish" Qing Cry" and so on, and so on.

Donghua faintly felt that something was wrong, and finally when he saw the unusually familiar large characters on the cover of the last booklet, he instantly understood what these classics were about.

Donghua instinctively held the last book in his arms, and coughed tremblingly.

Yu Sheng saw it in his eyes and said gratifiedly: "I see that the young master treats it like a treasure. I think it is very satisfactory. Congratulations. This book only charges [-] yuan, isn't it much?"

Donghua silently pushed the folding fan farther away, quickly stuffed the booklet into his sleeve, and said absently: "Not much, not much."

His thoughts wandered thousands of miles away: Really... time flies, this book has been spread.

That year, he was still living in Lihentian temporarily. One day, a girl from Kunlun Mountain suddenly visited and threatened to find Donghua as an apprentice.

Due to her extremely poor talent, she became the one with the lowest status among the congenital gods.

Donghua is naturally grateful and insensitive.Unexpectedly, Su Nu giggled and said: "Don't think too much about it, the fairy is here to learn how to be a painter."

Donghua accidentally agreed. In the early years, people in the heavenly world were devoted to pure cultivation and had no leisure time. At that time, someone finally removed his appearance and cultivation, and recognized his extra advantages.

It's just strange to say that others describe landscapes first, but Su Nu first draws figures, and when she has completed her studies, she always arrives late.

One day, she asked Donghua for a long vacation on the grounds of her studies.

Donghua was very puzzled, and after questioning, she hesitated and took out a painting.

On the snow-white silk, a man and a woman are abruptly drawn, hugging each other without a thread, and their joyful attitude is quite vivid.

Donghua then asked: "What are the men and women in this painting doing?"

Su Nu knew that Donghua hadn't been enlightened on this kind of matter.Originally, she did it with the heart of studying academics, and she has always been straightforward, so she let go of her restraint and explained the matter of yin and yang harmony with Donghua in detail.

"Ordinary people regard men as yang and women as yin, and yin and yang intersect. Occasionally, they see upside down. The fun in it is beyond words."

"Inverting yin and yang is like becoming a fairy, and when the interest is high, it is inseparable. When the love is strong, the blood is like a tide, and when it reaches the peak, it is like dying."

Hearing Donghua shake his head straight: "Oh, reverse Yin and Yang? I absolutely can't understand that there are many benefits to hugging another person? Then why don't the heavens allow all the immortals to move their hearts?"

Su Nu said leisurely: "All lust is forbidden in the heavens, but now there are more and more mortals cultivating immortals and attaining the Tao. Do you think these acquired gods, when they were mortals, how could they be ruthless and desireless? After becoming immortals, they are really heartless." Desperate? No one can guess for sure, but I am afraid that something will go wrong and pollute the clean place of my immortal family, so I established this rule." After a pause, he added, "Everyone is excited by love, so there is There are all kinds of things in the room, and I personally think that the immortals are also like this."

Donghua asked puzzledly: "There are all kinds of things in the room? Is it the same for immortals? Is it the same for innate gods...?"

Su Nu nodded resolutely: "Xiaoxian didn't have a chance to try it either, but seeing the human couple, they are facing each other day and night, they are very familiar, I think they fell in love."

Before Donghua thought about it, Su Nu was impatient, so she asked him to point out what was wrong with the picture of intercourse just now.

Donghua was taught by Su Nu for a while. At this moment, he wanted to win the game, so he immediately wrote and smeared, and said: "This character has the spirit, but the shape is not enough. For example, as you said just now, when the love is strong, The blood is like a tide, but the person in the painting has a white face, and there is no way to see where the tide is."

Su Nu humbly asked: "Then how to adjust?"

Donghua didn't say a word, he painted the color very quickly, and said: "Look."

The cheeks and ears of the person in the painting were painted with a light red color by Donghua. At first glance, they seemed to be blushing.

Donghua changed the pen, adjusted the color, and traced a few more times, muttering in his mouth: "It's best to paint some sweat stains with light colors, so as to show the intensity of his movements."

Su Nu took a closer look, and became more convinced, and praised: "As expected of Immortal Donghua, the people in the painting are full of vulgar attitudes, and they seem to be alive."

Donghua was a bit complacent, and said like a teacher: "Let me remind you a few more words, the so-called situation and situation, the situation can generate emotion, and emotion can also support the environment. There are only two characters in your picture, which is too plain. If not Wouldn’t it be more fascinating to add some landscapes and flowers as a point of reference? It would be more comprehensive if we borrowed from ordinary paintings and supplemented with text descriptions.”

Su Nu was enlightened when she heard the words, her eyes lit up immediately, and she was overjoyed and said: "Thank you for your enlightenment, I really benefited a lot this time, Xiaoxian will go back, follow what the elder said, and write a book into a book. It can be handed down forever." After speaking, he hurried away on the cloud, not even caring about taking the painting.

Donghua looked at the painting on the table, his heart moved, he evened out some colors, picked up the brush and dipped it, and started to draw.

A clear spring was drawn behind the two of them, and a few plum branches, green flowers, and green leaves hung down by the water.

Donghua lit the petals one by one, and the corners of his mouth curved into a shallow arc at some point.

This is where he and Xuantian found it on an island by chance when they went to the three islands and ten continents of Dongtian several months ago to search for Yaocao.

This spring only appears at dusk, and the rest of the time is dry.The small island is full of such plums, making the island extremely eye-catching in the East China Sea.

Donghua has never forgotten the scene when he discovered the island.Surrounded by layers of green plum blossoms, the blue sea, blue sky and spring are like a mirror, reflecting the appearance of two immortals with excellent looks, clear and quiet.The two immortals, having gotten acquainted with each other so far, were once again startled by each other's good looks from ear to ear.

Donghua had a flash of thought that it would be nice if he lived among these green plums and guarded the spring water in the future.It would be best if the junior and younger brothers could also stay there together.

Suddenly, Donghua faintly felt that he had some whim, which was gradually intensifying.He didn't practice any exercises at the moment, but his whole fairy body became hot.And... it seems that as long as one thinks about Xuantian, this feeling will become clearer.

Donghua's breath was a little unsteady, he stood up immediately, and brushed the finished painting off the table.

Donghua thought in disbelief: This thing is really evil, and it's driving the immortal, but it's... fell in love with the younger brother?

... Is it emotional to feel so touched?

At this time, a pale gray figure floated in from the door, raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "Brother, good news has come, master and two masters have forged the Azure Dragon Sword."

Donghua turned his head unnaturally, not to meet Xuantian's eyes: "It's so great."

Xuan Tian nodded and said: "From then on, senior brother also has a weapon at hand. Senior brother, why is your face a little red?"

However, Donghua ran away, attracted a cloud and flew away: "It's okay, you don't want to follow."

Donghua ran to a corner of Jiuchongtian, found a thick cloud pile, and hid in it for a long time before accepting a fact.

His affection for Xuantian is extraordinary.

"No, no, I must not let the younger brother know about this. Otherwise, the younger brother will definitely feel that the immortal has moved the mortal heart and violated the ethics. From now on, he is not worthy of being a fairy, and he is not worthy of standing with him."

When Donghua turned back from his thoughts, he found that he had returned to the inn like a wandering soul.

He said to Qingyang: "There is no one else here, you don't have to pretend to be a fan, change back to the original, and go to the next room to rest. Don't come here without my order."

Qingyang wondered: "Your Majesty's complexion is not very good, is there any clue in that book?"

Donghua waved his hand: "There is nothing, you listen to the immortal, so you can go and rest."

Qingyang accepted the order in astonishment, his own monarch rarely used the words "Ben Shangxian" to suppress others.

Seeing Qingyang's figure drift into the next door, Donghua quickly closed the door and window, and just took out the booklet from his sleeve.

There are only a few large characters on the cover: "The Art of the House of All Kinds".

There is a signature on the title page, which reverses yin and yang.

Donghua exerted force unconsciously on his hand, so that some veins showed slightly on the back of his hand.

The few words are written in an extremely correct and elegant style, and every stroke is elegant, which is the most familiar.

This is clearly Xuantian's handwriting.

Donghua covered his forehead with his hand, and the booklet fell from his lap.

In this way, Xuantian and Su Nu also discussed these messy things at some point?Also titled the small book compiled by Su Nu?He probably also... Xuantian Xuantian, how many things are you hiding from me!

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Donghua couldn't hold back his desire to explore, and last night Bingzhu thoroughly read the book of Fangzhongshu.The feelings that had been deeply sealed up surged like a torrent again, he opened the window and blew the cool breeze in the middle of the night, only then did the figure in his mind fade away.But tossing and turning all night, daydreaming and preoccupied, tossing and turning until five o'clock before finally falling asleep from light to deep.

Qingyang waited until the afternoon of the next day, fearing that something might happen to Donghua, so he didn't dare to disturb him.It was easy to hear movement from Donghua's room, and hurried to go there, serving and washing, and arranging meals extremely conscientiously.Donghua ordered Qingyang to gather a pot of fire, and threw the book of house surgery into it, and watched it with his own eyes until there was nothing left of it, and then he felt relieved.

Qingyang finally asked after deliberation: "Your Majesty burned the brochure bought in Yu Sheng's hands yesterday, but found something wrong?"

Donghua said solemnly: "It's just an ordinary landscape album, and the painter is not good, so I burned it because it was unsightly." After saying that, it felt a little inappropriate. Su Nu's painter was taught by himself, so isn't it his own painter? also……

It was a little late that day, and Yu Sheng's stall was surrounded by people from three floors inside and three floors outside. Donghua couldn't get in, so he had to stand with his hands behind his back and listen carefully.

And Yu Sheng has already told the story to the end: "The rich man saw that the old monk was dead, so he kept his promise and gave the key to the cash box to the young monk. The young monk got the key and was overjoyed, thinking that he could finally escape from this miserable place. From then on, Gao Tian generously let the king roam. He couldn't wait to run back and open the cash box, but was dumbfounded when he saw it, but there was only one penny in the box."

One listener wondered: "It was heavy before that, so although the little monk is kind-hearted, but because the box is not small, he agreed to the rich man to poison the evil master on a whim."

A few of them also followed up: "Yes, yes, are you wrong? If there is really a penny, how can the little monk not be able to carry it?"

Yu Sheng laughed and said, "It's true that there is only one penny, and the box is also heavy. Because the rest are all tiles. That rich man lied to him."

There was a scolding sound all around:

"It's too miserable, that rich man is really hateful."

"It's not human, even a child can be deceived."

"The little monk will definitely not let it go, but this rich man is so hateful, if the little monk goes to reason, I'm afraid he will suffer."

"Yes, yes, did the little monk go to the rich man?"

Yu Sheng made a stop gesture, and continued: "Of course I found it, but the rich man threatened him, saying that the young monk was the real culprit, and he was going to be arrested to the government. He beat the young monk and threw him on the street. The little monk ate a good meal and was frightened and passed out on the street."

Someone smacked his lips and said, "I'm afraid I won't survive."

Yu Sheng said: "Fortunately, there is an uncle who sells porridge on the street. Seeing him pitiful, he fed him a bowl of rice porridge with frangipani and some chicken bone soup. The rice porridge is a blend of gold and silver, soft and delicious, and chicken soup The fresh fragrance is strong, and it is only then that the breath is brought back."

Everyone sighed, and there was a playful one among them who said inappropriately: "Yu Sheng, I heard that this soup and porridge is placed in front of my eyes. I am hungry, no, no, I will also make chicken soup when I go back tonight." drink."

Donghua slowly raised his fan and remained silent.

Yu Shengdao: "The little monk ran to another city to make a living. He was diligent and studious, and he was also talented, so he gained a bit of fame in the local area day after day. After a few years, the little monk grew up, and there were good people in the local area. Kind, donate money to build the temple, and push him to be the abbot. This story is told here as the ending, and it is considered satisfactory. But the story I told, there is no twists and turns."

It was the old lady who was basking in the sun that day who interrupted: "Yu Sheng, you have told so many stories, that's all. I don't want it to have twists and turns. It's good for the little monk to live like this all his life."

Yu Sheng smiled agreeably, but did not accept her opinion, and continued to talk: "One day, a high official came from the city to inspect. This high official is mighty and dignified. Because this temple has some efficacies, the big official The official came to the temple to offer incense, and happened to bump into the young monk. When the young monk saw the high official, Shang felt a little familiar, and the high official recognized the young monk first. Who do you think he is? He turned out to be the rich man back then! "

"Oh!" "What a pity!" "This..."

As soon as this remark came out, there were voices of regret all around.

Yu Sheng still spoke in the tone that could not tell the truth: "This rich man has somehow become an official, but it is not surprising that such a cunning and treacherous person can use some means to rise to a high position step by step. The little monks Over the years, he has devoted himself to the Dharma, and the deeper his enlightenment, the more he cannot let go of the guilt of the past, and he suffers day and night in his heart. He knows that this is actually his demonic obstacle. The little monk finally recognized the person in front of him. He will restrain himself when he is alive. He went to the rich man to give him an explanation. In fact, he was not trying to fight for the tone of the past, but for peace of mind in this life. Unexpectedly, the rich man was afraid that the little monk would spread the things of the past , So the killer beat the little monk to death, then wrapped his body in a mat, dragged him into the mountains and fed it to wild wolves."

An angry curse sounded again, one after another among the onlookers.

Donghua beat the fan, and a clue flashed through his mind.

The ending of this little monk was roughly the same as the tragic ending of Yu Shengyuan's destiny.

After the crowd dispersed, Donghua leaned over and praised: "Mr. Yu told a really good story."

"Young master, as long as you like it." Yu Sheng stood up and smiled slightly, "Young master is still here to choose books today? I still have them here."

Donghua's eyes flickered, he shook his head, and said with a smile, "I haven't finished reading the book yesterday, and today I came here to listen to the story. I know the rules here, sir." Pick up a painting.

Yu Sheng's eyes drifted over the broken silver, and said: "That's it, I would like to thank you for your support, young master." He picked up the broken silver very calmly and put it into the money box.

Donghua tentatively said: "Sir, this story continues every day, and it is not without excitement. Do you dare to ask if you made it up by yourself?"

Yu Shengdao: "I made up very few of them, and most of them are what I heard. When I recount, I will re-emphasize and adapt."

Donghua nodded and said, "Then are there any real stories in these stories?"

Yu Sheng said casually: "There are many, but after it becomes a story, there will naturally be more conflicts."

Donghua asked, "How do you say that?"

"Even if you are an ordinary good person, you can let him be as good as the sky, and an ordinary bad person, you can let him be as bad as the bones. If you get a small injury, you might die. If you meet once, you can become a life-and-death friend .”

Donghua slowly introduced the topic: "So that's the case. The story that the gentleman told just now is a real person? Where did you hear it?"

Yu Sheng was startled, and then he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This really stumps me, I've heard countless lectures, how can I remember it?"

Donghua closed his fan, and when he was about to ask more questions, Yu Sheng sat down slowly, with a smile still on his brows and eyes: "I tell a story every day, and I have finished telling it today. If you like it, you can come back tomorrow."

Donghua remained calm, and said modestly: "Mr. just now has a lot of experience in the theory of stories. Thinking about everything in that book, it is also the same. The boy has been taught."

Yu Sheng sat down, bowed and said, "It's just nonsense, I'm flattered."

Donghua picked up the painting he had just picked at random, said a few words of ordinary praise, and then left.

After walking across the market, Donghua turned his head to look at Yu Sheng inadvertently, and found that there was a young man in front of Yu Sheng's stall with a folding fan in his hand.

Donghua felt that he seemed to have seen this person somewhere before, and he would not be able to remember it for a while, and he was afraid that Yu Sheng would be suspicious if he saw him.He retracted his gaze and walked away quickly.

The next day Donghua came to Yu Sheng's stall on time, hoping to find other clues from the story.

What Yu Sheng told today was the story of a poor boy who married an oiran. During the process, there were gags and jokes, and everyone had a happy ending. The old woman basking in the sun opened her mouth and smiled happily, revealing her bald gums.

Donghua was a little disappointed.This Yu Shengguo is really obedient. In other words, even though yesterday's temptation was cautious, did he still startle the snake?

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Master Shaoyang?"

Donghua's hair stood on end, and when he raised his eyes, it was indeed Zhong Liyun.Behind him was a boy with a bad face and a group of guards.

Zhong Liyun looked Donghua up and down, and couldn't believe it: "If it's really you, why are you wearing ordinary clothes?"

Donghua tried to stay calm, thinking back and forth in his mind about the words he should use.

Originally, she swore to him that she would not escape from prison, but now she broke her word... Yes, Chili is still in prison for Ben Shangxian, and there is already a Taoist Shaoyang in the prison.Therefore, Ben Shangxian just pretended not to know him.

Thinking of this, Donghua opened his folding fan, smiled brightly, and was about to speak.

Zhong Liyun frowned and said: "Master Dao, you have caused such a disaster and made a big mess for Jing Zhaoyin, how can you still be at ease here?"

Donghua's shaking of the fan slowed down, but he still said calmly, "What a disaster?"

Zhong Liyun frowned even tighter: "Is the Taoist priest pretending to be stupid? During the trial this morning, you didn't answer a single word. Your lord was angry and wanted to pull you down and punish you, but you actually opened the shackles and overthrew you." The official sent out of the government office and disappeared without a trace."

Zhong Liyun paused, pointed at the young man with a bad look behind him, and said: "Young Master, if you don't follow me, let us find you and avenge his father even if we overthrow the entire capital."

Donghua's fan couldn't move at all, and he knew that his face was absolutely as pale as paper at this time.

If I knew it earlier, I would let Qingyang squat in prison, no matter how bad he was, he could still say a few words.Fortunately, Chi Li ran away directly. Even if he was not convicted of this crime, it is now impossible to argue.Qingyang showed up to save him without authorization, fearing that he would break the rules of heaven, so he couldn't do it.

The young master showed impatience on his face: "Master Zhongli, what are you talking about with this prisoner, and you still haven't taken him back?" After saying that, he snatched the folding fan from Donghua's hand, "Death is imminent, Why are you pretending to be sanctimonious? Ah! It's so hot!"

This folding fan seemed to have turned into a coal fire, burning hot.The little Hou Ye instinctively let go and threw the folding fan on the ground.His face was wrinkled, and his palms were already blistered.

Donghua's eyebrows twitched, and he hurriedly said, "Qingyang, don't show up."

The little marquis said angrily: "How dare this monster be so presumptuous, Mr. Zhongli, hurry up and take it down!" He kicked the fan angrily.

Donghua watched the fan roll in the dust to the bottom of Yu Sheng's bookstall, and hurried to pick it up.

But Zhong Liyun stopped him and said: "Daoist Shaoyang, I'm sorry."

Seeing that the officials on both sides had already come to him, Donghua hurriedly shouted: "Qingyang, don't make mistakes. You go to find Chili first, and worry about the rest." As soon as he finished speaking, the officials around were suddenly surrounded A gust of wind overturned the ground, and at the same time, the gust of wind set off a cloud of flying sand and rocks, which dazzled everyone's eyes.

Donghua was still wondering, Qingyang did this?No, he has always regarded my orders as the law of heaven.Could it be that……

Just as a trace of suspicion floated in his heart, Donghua was already running forward with his sleeves pulled.Donghua struggled back and said, "May I ask who you are and where do you want to take me?"

The man didn't look back, and only left four words: "A person in the devil's realm."

Donghua's brows twitched slightly, as expected, did the person from the Demon Realm that Qingyang deduced at that time finally show up?

Donghua called Qingyang silently in his heart, but Qingyang was so stubborn that he probably wouldn't act accordingly.

The place where the incident happened was far from the edge of the city, and Donghua's thoughts turned, and this person had already taken him out of the city.Only then did he turn around, and cupped his fists respectfully.

Donghua thought for a while, and then suddenly realized: "So it's you."

Donghua had a double relationship with this person.The first side was after Donghua bumped into Marquis Zhenyuan, the young man gave Donghua a hand.On the second side, the young man may not know it.When Donghua looked back at Yu Sheng yesterday, he accidentally saw him in front of the bookstall, but he didn't realize it.

Donghua asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The young man said: "I know, you are Emperor Donghua."

Donghua no longer pretended, and asked straightforwardly: "Did Xuantian ask you to come?"

The young man replied: "My lord specially ordered before leaving to protect the emperor secretly."

This is a sentence without a problem.But after Donghua heard the word "my family", he felt a little unhappy.Xuantian's changes are really astonishingly fast, but it has only been more than a thousand years, and he has drawn a clear line with the heavens, and he has become so close to the demon realm.

Donghua asked indifferently: "So, can you tell me what your name is. If I am lucky enough to meet this junior again in the future, I will definitely teach him to remember you."

The young man lowered his head slightly, and said: "Xia Feiman. Xia Xia in summer, right and wrong, perfect and full."

Donghua said: "The name Xiaoyou has some meaning. It seems that you can't get what you want. Who gave it to you?"

Xia Feiman was about to answer, when suddenly his expression changed, and he continued to drag Donghua forward.

When Donghua looked back, he saw a group of people galloping on the official road from a distance, with billows of dust and smoke rising behind them.

Donghua was flustered and didn't care much, just ran after Xia Feiman panting.

After a few steps, Xia Feiman couldn't help but said, "Dijun, you are too slow."

Donghua thought, it is unreasonable for you to let a mortal follow the devil, you young man.He asked with a very graceful face: "Then what should I do, my friend?"

Xia Feiman thought about it for a while and said, "Now the official path is impossible, how about..."

He moved his mouth a few times, transformed into a bobcat, but was as big as a lion and tiger, and his eyes were the red pupils of a person in the demon realm.

He is as cute as a lynx and as mighty as a liger. Donghua saw him become like this, and he didn't know what to do with him.

The lynx said: "Dijun, please sit on my back, and I will take you on the mountain road."

Donghua didn't hesitate any longer, he flipped up the corner of his clothes, and sat on his side.The Shanmao threw off its four paws and ran briskly into the forest.In order to prevent it from falling, Donghua tightly grasped the fluff on its neck with both hands, feeling a little fresh.I have been a fairy in my life, and I have ridden dragons, ridden phoenixes, driven cranes, ridden horses, and sat on green luan.This is really the first time to ride a cat.

Donghua said worriedly: "If it hurts, you can say something."

Shanmao'er said: "It's okay, the emperor doesn't need to worry about me."

One person and one cat, rustling all the way, crossing rocks, crossing streams, brushing past green and yellow branches and leaves, gradually reaching a quiet place in the mountains and forests, before stopping.Donghua got off Shanmao'er's back, pushed aside a reddish cotinus leaf, and felt his eyes suddenly brighten up.

The jagged rocks and overgrown vegetation stopped abruptly in front of a bright red mountain date, as if they had consciously moved out of an open space, where there was nothing else.The mountain jujube grows without distraction, it is huge and dense, very attractive.Surrounded by maples and cotinus that have been stained red by a slight frost, a few wild osmanthus trees exude a faint fragrance, and there are a few clusters of begonias among the slanting thorns, dotted to complement each other.

At this moment, Xia Feiman had changed back to human form, stretched out his hands and flipped towards the void, and the few branches of jujube were pushed away by invisible force, revealing the hidden cave below.

Donghua looked inside the cave, and suddenly said: "This should be the place where my little friend lives temporarily, and there are a lot of troubles."

Xia Feiman replied: "Strictly speaking, this is the former temporary residence of Your Majesty."

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Donghua immediately understood, Xuantian?No wonder he is so discerning.

The two entered the cave, which was very clean and almost empty.A whole boulder was sliced ​​evenly, and the sliced ​​surface was smooth and smooth, in the shape of a bed.

Donghua said: "Are you going to live here tonight?"

Xia Feiman nodded and shook his head.

Donghua asked: "What does this mean?"

Xia Feiman said: "The emperor will be wronged to live here these few days."

Donghua narrowed his eyes slightly: "You want to imprison Ben Shangxian?"

Xia Feiman bowed: "The emperor's subordinates are also in the capital, and I will definitely suffer a loss if I have one against two. Therefore, I must find a suitable time to send the emperor back."

Donghua's face turned warm, expressing his understanding, but then he said: "The pursuers will not always be on the official road, you can send me back now."

Xia Feiman suddenly bowed to the ground, still with an emotionless tone: "Please stay here tonight anyway, I will go to the city to find some food and clothing, and I will never let the emperor be slighted."

Donghua was startled, smiled wryly, sighed and waved his hands and said, "It's up to you." Anyway, there are people serving you, and you have to enjoy it when you have to, but... I'm afraid it's not that simple.

After getting Donghua's permission, Xia Feiman hurried out of the cave.After Donghua sat dully on the stone bed for a while, he got up and came to the entrance of the cave, and pushed the jujube branches with his hands, which were so hard that they still pricked his hands, and he knew that he couldn't get out.So he put away his hands, picked a few red dates, returned to the stone bed and sat down to eat.Although dates are sweet, they are also sour. The more you eat, the stronger your hunger will be.He simply didn't eat, and threw all the date pits and dates on the edge of the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, dressed in black and with a face like bright jade.That pair of bottomless eyes looked over intently.

"Brother..."

Donghua was taken aback, and stood up quickly, and the date pit on the edge of the bed fell to the ground with the corner of his clothes. "Why are you here again?"

"Emperor, wake up."

Donghua opened his eyes abruptly, and saw Xia Feiman standing not far away, holding a big bag and a small bag. Then he realized that he was leaning against the stone wall in the cave, fell asleep at some point, and even had a dream.The few date stones on the edge of the bed were well placed in the distance, not moving at all.

Xia Feiman held the baby in his arms