Strange Tales

It has been more than half a month since Yaoguang Xingjun turned into purple light and left that day. The days on Qingluo Mountain were like ripples scattered in the water, and after layers of smudges, they also returned to calm. It was obviously the same as usual, but always I feel something is missing.

Master is still the same as before, reading books and practicing daily, and teaching me and Lizi, the time spent in retreat without seeing people has been reduced a lot, and he will often sit with me by the stream for a while.

However, the master is always unwilling to tell me something. Most of the time, he just sits quietly by the side without saying a word, dressed in white and light, very elegant. If the master was like this before, I must be happy.But now, I don't know what's going on, there is something pressing in my heart, and I am indifferent to everything.

The scene of that day is still vivid in my mind, and I am not a fool. The teacher forced Yaoguang to say that to that point.

"You have already harmed him once? Is it possible that there will be a second time? Who will save him then?"

That "you" is Yaoguang Xingjun, and that "he" should be myself.

"Master." I called softly, and turned my head to show a slightly sour smile. Obviously, Master was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and said solemnly: "What's the matter?"

Master has always been like this, treating everyone with a gentleman's attitude, rarely getting angry or unusual, and now, it is really unlucky to have such a disgusting apprentice like me.

"Master is also a god in the sky, right?" I pretended to smile lightly, and continued to think to myself before he could answer, "The gods in the sky are all good people, Uncle Yuheng is very good, and Master is even better, not only not He despises me, but is willing to save me, this goblin, treat me well, and even accept me as a disciple and teach him Taoism. So good that I really thought that I had suffered a catastrophe from five thunderbolts, so that I forgot the past."

The master opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, then sighed again, his voice trembling slightly: "Is Qingluoshan not good? I will..."

Like water without a source, it stops silently.

"Qingluo Mountain is the best place in the world, how can it be bad? Tuer wants to live here forever, but Tuer is puzzled, and I won't calm down if I don't understand it." I paused, After thinking for a while, he said, "Just like those warlocks in the world who live in Taoism and their hearts are in the world of mortals. The entanglements in the past are love or hate, and they still enjoy it. The master said he harmed me, but although I don't remember the ins and outs, apart from the pain in my heart, But I don't see any hatred at all. I think it's because I seek benevolence and get benevolence, so I can't blame others. But now, it's obviously about me, but everyone just excludes me. Master, do you think I'm a joke ?”

Following my heart, I vomited out all the words in my internal organs, and it was smooth. Monsters are monsters, each with its own nature. I said before that glamorous monsters are sexually promiscuous. I can’t escape the vulgarity. I was so happy, when I looked up, I only saw the pale face of the master.

"Master, I...I..."

Didn't I mean it?

Don't lie to yourself, everyone else hides me from me. Could it be that they are thinking for me, so do they have to lose the right to know the whole story?

I'm not a saint, I'm a demon. A demon can be ruthless all over the world, or hide himself.

I just want to know what happened?

Why has there been a gap between liking and falling in love since Yaoguang Xingjun appeared?

Why is it that just the eye injury when he was about to leave made me lose my sense of propriety, lost my mind and didn't know what to do, and even had a headache every day.

Who am I?

Allure?

Even if the past is miserable like encountering Ling Chi, it is still my past.

If you know, can you get out?

"Forget it, since you want to know, I will eventually tell you." Master slightly lowered his head, "...I'm just afraid that you will be sad after hearing it."

The last sentence was as light as a feather, as if I had never heard it.

Master said, before that, I will go down the mountain to send a guqin to Wenrou Township, and give it to the oiran lady in Wenrou Township, her name is Ziwei.

——Ziwei, Ziwei Fairy!

I stepped into the night under the moonlight, carrying a lyre on my back, and walked in such a hurry that I didn't even look back, and I didn't see Uncle Yuheng who came in frost.

If I had taken a step back then and heard the words of my master and my uncle, I would definitely not have left.

Unfortunately, no if.

There are many flowing streams in the Qingluo Mountain, the moonlight is cold, and the grass is full of insects.

From the moon to the sky, to the gentle township.

Where can I relieve my sorrows and sorrows, and dream of a gentle country.

At that time, I still thought of him as a prodigal son who had fun in the middle of the night and spent a lot of money, but I didn't know...

The only way is that heaven has destiny!

In the middle of the night, I couldn't disturb people's dreams, so I just squeezed a trick quietly, and in a flash, I swayed into the window of Fairy Ziwei's embroidered pavilion, and knocked on the window lattice for a long time, but no one answered.

There was a faint fragrance of roses in the pavilion, but there was no sign of Fairy Ziwei.

I put the black lyre lightly on the piano case, walked to the window frame, and leaned against it.

In the middle of the night, I finally got back to Fairy Ziwei.She came out of a dark and narrow alley, as weak as a willow.

"Little flower demon, are you here to abduct me?" Her pair of water-cut autumn eyes were truly unparalleled in the world.

I was stunned, remembering the nonsense I said before, feeling embarrassed, so I pointed to the piano case and said: "Master asked me to bring the piano."

Fairy Ziwei lowered her eyelids in disappointment, she was at a loss as to what to do, but she saw Ziwei suddenly raised her head and smiled, and said: "Little flower demon, what should I do? You are so easy to deceive, I am getting more and more I like you."

Is it fun?

I said in a bad mood: "The demon of the piano has been delivered, and Fairy Ziwei stays." As soon as I spoke, I wanted to jump downstairs and leave towards the moon.

"Hey, wait, little flower demon, you can talk to me for a while! Let me tell you a story." Fairy Ziwei leisurely poured a cup of tea, and sipped it in one gulp. Like looking up a glass of wine.

"It's fine if you don't listen." For some reason, she was smiling slightly, but it made people feel like tears would roll down the next moment.

"The fairy tells the story, of course the demon will join in, here, this is for you!" I sat halfway on the window lattice, took out a finger-sized heart-shaped pebble from my sleeve and threw it over.

"Little flower demon, are you just going to send a rotten stone to the oiran?" Mingming held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, but his mouth was still full of disgust. The fairy in the sky is just like the white fox on the mountain.

"This is what Master helped me find. All wishes come true, don't, come back!"

"Who said I don't want it anymore, little flower demon, your master is so kind to you! You don't know, your master is loved by fairies in heaven. Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't have the chance to meet you. Last time he asked you to find me..."

"Wait a minute, has Master come to look for me?" I thought that after sending the little paper butterfly...

"Hey, little flower demon, are you still listening to the story?" Fairy Ziwei shook the golden fan, calling back my thoughts that had escaped.

When the teapot was poured out of the porcelain teapot with cranes painted on it, a few cool breezes passed through, and her story was over.