Strange Tales

It was rumored that the Son of Heaven was very sad because Master Bai disappeared, although he didn't know if it was true or not, but with the people in front of him like this, maybe being in the middle of it would not be as thorough as watching with cold eyes.

Calling others stupid makes me even more stupid

The fox has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, but now he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his shoulders without rebuttal for a long time.

It rains coldly in Xiling, Qingwu dies of old age, the window candles can't be trimmed, and the cold bullying the thin quilt all night, it's nothing more than disheartened and sad, what he said is an idiot.

What's ridiculous is that seeing the sparks on fire from the other side, and catching a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg behind the curtain, I feel like I'm being beaten to death with a stick, and I don't even have the strength to ask questions.

Subconsciously, there was a sharp pain in my heart, as if I had been cut by something, and let in a pile of cold and frosty wind, which couldn't be stopped, not just because the rabbit died and the fox was sad, Also mixed with an inexplicable sense of grievance.

Even so, I took a step forward and sat by the bed without saying a word. I took out two wild chestnuts from my pocket and handed them to Bai Ping. Chestnuts can calm down.

I thought the fox would ignore my shabby food, but Bai Ping picked it up, put it on the palm of my hand, and held it tightly, probably because he was reluctant to eat it.

"Hey, everyone is a goblin. If you like chestnuts, come to Qingluo Mountain in the future, and I will treat you to eat as much as you want." As soon as the words came out, I felt that the words to comfort the goblins were inappropriate, so I forced a smile and closed it in embarrassment. Mouth.

"It's fine if you're like this now, or you forget about it..." Bai Ping raised his head, just looked at me and smiled, an inexplicable familiarity came to his heart, but he didn't know when he saw it , It's like looking at flowers in a peach blossom forest, seeing a familiar one, but can't find where the similar one is.

After he finished laughing, he turned sideways and said to Lord Yaoguang Xing: "Mr. Xing is like this now, and I should have made some mistakes. I will regret it when the truth comes out, but Mr. Xing must not forget, Wen Qing The emperor is not the same, who is he who can't get what he asks for?" Bai Ping's face became paler and paler, showing a faint gray color, revealing a sense of determination.

Mr. Yaoguangxing froze, his face was ugly, and his voice was deep and deep: "It really is a serious and competitive little fox. I can't ask for it, I can't let it go. The two can never be compared. Forget it, this muddy water is getting more and more muddy. , this gathering lamp can restore [-]% of your spiritual power. As for whether to go back or not, it is up to you. Yes, maybe it’s the opposite, everything can’t be settled without a single argument.”

He took out a spotlight from his sleeve and put it on the square table, then pulled me away.

Behind me, I heard an erratic voice like a piece of white paper coming from afar.

"Qingcheng, I will play with you in the future."

A drop of water falling on the calm and waveless lake will break the inherent peace in an instant, and the ripples will flood away, and it will be difficult to recover for a long time.

One or two call me Allure.

Who is he?

Does it really look like me?

Someone likes this person, in fact, he is quite happy, isn't he?

Lord Yaoguangxing is richer than the master, and also a lot of prodigals. Back then, he gave a deposit for ten days of accommodation. When he left, the proprietress of the store waved her hand and smiled obsequiously. Pay the rest of the deposit.

In fact, I think it is impossible to come back to live again, but it is not me who spends money casually, and there is no good reason for people to criticize it.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains and the capital city of the Son of Heaven have backtracked. It is roughly estimated that it will take three or four days to fly there. The four-day journey is not volleying, but it is said that one step at a time should be passed, so as not to die, but also to harm the demon.

There was no shadow of the little devil and little demon on the road, and wherever the fairy light went, they didn't even have the courage to show their faces and fart.

"Hey, Mr. Xing, does that guy named Qingcheng really look like me?" I stood behind him and asked cautiously. The sun shone from the front of him, leaving a wide shadow .

Xing Jun obviously stopped his pace, his back was unbearably stiff, and it took him a long time to speak slowly: "Yes."

In an instant, although the person in front of him was tall and straight, the person who is usually used to laughing and scolding, was more or less tainted with a little pity, and looked very aggrieved inappropriately.

Soon he seemed to rephrase and asked: "How is Qingluoshan?"

Speaking of familiar places of nostalgia, it is natural to talk about them like rivers and rivers. There is a master like the breeze and bright moon on the Qingluo Mountain. Uncle Yuheng, who is determined to read all the sleeping flowers and willow books, and the big pot of mushroom soup they eat or cook, and the sunset flowers all over the mountains and plains.

Unexpectedly, after listening to this person for a long time, a heart-wrenching sentence came out: "Xiao Xi, do you like that old man?"

Inexplicably being poked into the center of my mind, although the master of this demon is not an old man, and he can't get along with the old man, it's better to bury it in his heart, so it's true to say it out loud okay?

I faltered for a long time and didn't know how to respond, so I rushed to the side of the path nervously, picked a lavender wild flower, and coaxed: "Give it to you."

Lord Yaoguangxing snorted for a long time, took it reluctantly, said viciously, "I want to see what kind of guy this old man is", and walked straight forward.

The previous Yaoguang Xingjun who laughed and scolded him for breaking his sleeve was very easy to deal with, but now he doesn't know what medicine he took wrongly. He is so arrogant that he doesn't even smile when he gives him flowers.

The footsteps of three or four days are neither far nor near. The sun rises from the east, and after a week of wandering, it sets from the west. The crescent moon has a sharp corner. After receiving the merit, roll back to Qingluo Mountain.

The mountain is not like a place where smoke and dust gather, and the clear spring is much colder and cleaner. After walking for two days, until night fell, I finally came across a cold spring that was clean and dirty. After he went to finish dinner, he took off his clothes and fell into the cold spring. The spring water was icy cold, and the moonlight shining from the sky was also cool. Sleepiness swept over.

The fragrance of green grass mixed with the singing of birds and insects formed a rhythm, and the ups and downs became a lullaby.

After an unknown amount of time, low and deep soft words came from my ears, intermittently scattered, I don't know who said what, I just felt stuffy in my heart.

Relying on strong self-control and patience, the demon still overcame the long-lost drowsiness, reluctantly rubbed his eyelids and opened his eyes to look at the outside world. When he saw it, the little demon was so shocked that he flew three thousand miles away.

The narcissistic and self-absorbed Yaoguang Xingjun, who pays great attention to his appearance, is completely drenched, his lavender robe is soaked in cold spring water, and the extremely lavender purple is faintly deeper, and his meticulous ink hair is tied up by a purple hair band. A little scattered, each working independently, his face was frighteningly pale, and what was hidden in his eyes poured out.

I pushed him, but unfortunately I didn't push him, because I couldn't see anything, I rubbed my eyelids again, imagining that what I saw was a dream, but the temperature on my waist still existed, and the cool spring water was still hot, Spread out from the palm of your hand.

The person in front of him seemed to have been stimulated by something, he just stared at the demon without blinking, trembling so badly that he couldn't help but push him away or scold him sharply, he could only let him hold him like this .

Forget it, Xingjun also has emotions and desires, and he can be called a kind of love. He has been looking for a person named Qingcheng for a long time, but he still refuses to give up. It is good to pretend that he is looking for someone for a while.

"I'm sorry, I thought, I thought..." The voice was low and deep, gentle enough to make one's heart tremble, mixed with indescribable sadness.

"When you entered the path of reincarnation, at that moment, you were so decisive, without leaving a trace of nostalgia, wishing to cut off all entanglements with me, live for tens of thousands of years, completely powerless, Yaoguang Xingjun, you can only ..."

"I can't leave anymore..."

……

Lord Yaoguang Xing said a lot, his past with Qingcheng, his confession, his reluctance and heartache, although it is someone else's story, but for some reason, it seems like his own memory, the pain is obvious, and he knows it clearly After gouging it out, it's over, and I still hold it stubbornly.

In an instant, I actually had the idea that if I was really alluring, it wouldn't be a bad idea, I must be crazy.

It was not too late, I cleared my throat, patted Mr. Yaoguang Xingxing's back lightly, and said, "The cold spring is really a good place to take a bath."

Lord Yaoguangxing hurriedly let go of his hands as if he had just woken up from a dream. With a thin layer of red from the tips of his ears, he fled in a panic, and hurriedly set up dead wood and lit a bonfire.

The ripples on the surface of the cold spring lake still have aftermath. It was not a dream just now. The moonlight was so clear that it really had the atmosphere of a tryst.

I never thought that I was the Qingcheng in what other people said. I was born in Qingluo Mountain and grew up here. I was half dead by a nine-day thunder calamity. Hiding his own careful thinking and pretending to be profound, but the appearance of this purple-clothed man is like a gust of wind, a ray of light, raging and begging without restraint, breaking into other people's lives, eroding in little by little, According to his own speed, the cold comes and the summer goes, and autumn harvests and winter storage are so natural and reasonable.

Like is a flower that blooms from the heart, it is sweet; while love is more like an unforgettable pain.