Strange Tales

In the story, there is a fairy with snow-skinned and flowery appearance. It is reasonable to say that the stars and the moon are shining brightly, but the world is impermanent and unpredictable.

It is said that Fairy Qiao has always lived in the sky, Su Ai holds a sandalwood fan, sees the clouds rolling and the clouds rolling, the flowers blooming and falling, and occasionally goes to the Yuelao Temple to make a fuss, and then goes to the Pantao Garden for a circle, the life is very happy Yi, also has a naive and undisciplined temperament, and he has no rules to add three points.

Yue Lao especially likes the temperament of the little fairy. Although the two of them are thousands of miles apart in age, even chatting is like a chicken and a duck talking to each other and playing the piano, but it still can't stop the two of them getting drunk.

Yuelao called this "searching for a confidant everywhere, and a thousand cups and a few cups", and the fairy said that he was embarrassed as a treacherous friend.

The fairy once pointed to the red line on the marriage tree and said, "You are a month old. For no reason, you make a pair of people and put a rein on their heads. You really have nothing to do when you are full."

Yuelao took a punch, but was not angry. He squinted his eyes drunk and said with a smile: "Children, what do you know?" "Destiny Gu Luan, how can I understand?Oh, what a pity..."

The fairy was drowsy from drinking, only heard his buzzing, but didn't understand what the old man was talking about.

At that time, she was ignorant of love and love in the world of mortals. Although she hadn't experienced it herself, she felt that it was not a good thing. She could neither drink it as wine, nor wear it as brocade clothes. No, it's worse than chicken ribs.

After all, the little fairy is still young and ignorant, so her childish words will soon be slapped in the face.

She thought, it turned out that her heart was already beating before she was thumped.

That is a Shangxian who even looks good from the back!

The long body stands tall like bamboo, and the charm is indifferent. The light blue clothes embroidered with curly cloud patterns taught him to dress especially brilliantly. With a slight smile on his face, he became more and more gentlemanly.

When the little fairy saw Shangxian for the first time, she was stunned for a long time.It wasn't until Shangxian walked up to him and laughed out loud, that he blinked again, a faint blush appeared on his face.

The immortal is the Wenqu star in the sky, famous as Hengshu.

The little fairy remembered that Shangxian praised her for her beautiful eyes.

The fate of being born alone in the mirror, but meeting someone who falls in love at first sight, I really don't know if it is called luck or evil fate.

Since then, the little fairy has another place to visit—the Wenqu Hall of Shangxian Hengshu. Although there are no peach blossom trees in the hall, and there is no good wine to get drunk, there are only scriptures and history books full of eyes.

Shangxian Hengshu likes the little fairy very much, but it's just that he doesn't like the other.But he didn't know that the little fairy's heart fell on him from head to toe.

It's a pity that before the little fairy had time to express her heart, the Shangxian was imprisoned in Suoxiantai by the heavenly king for privately touching the mortal heart. Five thunders struck and three fires bit her heart without hesitation. Cliff, destroying the immortal bones, spiritual roots, and physical body, leaving behind a wisp of ghost.

Tianjun asked, do you regret it?

Heng Shu back, wish.

What a wish, what a wish, what a unparalleled Wenqu star, since you have no repentance, you have fulfilled your wish.

Wenqu Dianhengshu, privately in love with mortal men, offenders of heaven, fallen into immortality, become a strand of soul, expelled from mortal world, and experience pain for generations.

Why is love bitter?

Can't love, can't recognize, can't bear, can't give up.

Life after life, I stick to my sweetheart, and that sweetheart lingers in the Lane of Fireworks and Willows day and night, enjoying the tenderness of the world.

This is suffering.

Tianjun said, when will you regret it, and when will you come back to be in the immortal class.

The little fairy counted several times back and forth, but the Shangxian still didn't come back.

She thought, he said he liked me, why didn't he come back?Are mortal men so good?Am I beautiful?It's not even made of mud.

When the crape myrtle flowers fell for another season, she didn't want to wait any longer.She thought: since the son is not returning, why don't I go?

The little fairy sent a pot of rose wine to the heavenly soldiers guarding the fairy gate. The wine was extremely strong, and while the heavenly soldiers were squinting their eyes, she sneaked out of the heaven in a disguised form.

She found the wandering soul. He set up a calligraphy and painting stall in front of a fireworks building, looking like a scholar. At night, he picked up a Pisces lamp, his eyes slipped into the pages of the book, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, although he was full of bookishness, how could he still look like a scholar? Have the same three-point elegance as before?

He didn't shout when he set up a stall, and he seldom raised his head. He only stared for a long time after one person appeared, ah, the noble and noble Hengshu Xingjun in the sky, now, now, he can only look at the prodigal son in the flower garden who is wearing brocade. , frivolous Meng Lang indulges in gentleness, can't be stopped, can't be stopped.

That prodigal son is his sweetheart!The one who promised, life after life, only Qing is alone, now, which life is it?

Why is love bitter?The Supreme Heavenly King, is this it?

What catches the eye is a pair of pink delicately embroidered shoes, with roses embroidered on the upper, just like the handkerchief flowers thrown downstairs at the beginning. Heng Shu raised his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and said softly, "Little Ziweier, why are you here?"

The little fairy fell on the embroidered shoe with a tear, and persuaded him to return from the wrong way, cut off the world of mortals, but failed, pointing at the prodigal son with red eyes, said: "Shangxian, look, that prodigal son... is it worth it?"

does it worth?

Hengshu's gentle eyes chased the prodigal butterfly, and after a long time, he turned back to the scriptures, and said lightly, "This is not what he wants." He picked up the footer of the page with his slender fingers and turned it over, Ji Qingming said: "I am willing to give him my life, so what is it worth?"

In the world of mortals, only when you are wrapped up in it can you know what it means to seek benevolence and gain benevolence, what it means to die nine times without regret, and what it means to be so painful that you will never forget it.

What a benevolent person!

What a narrow escape!

What a hard work!

The little fairy's water-cut autumn eyes turned into red and swollen peaches from crying, her pink sleeves taught her to crumpled into a bunch of dried vegetable leaves, and she turned her head and ran far away with her cherry mouth puffed up.

As she ran, she thought: The Immortal Hengshu said that he likes me.

"He said he liked me." The little fairy murmured.

A few days later, a beautiful girl came to the flower house, with a pair of water-cut autumn eyes that are unparalleled in the world, one word spreads ten, ten spreads hundreds, even the dolls in the small market, teahouse, inn, and school know it, An oiran lady named Ziwei came to the flower building.

It is so beautiful that it is called a fairy, not like a mortal, but really like a fairy who fell from the sky.

Heng Shu sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

"What do you care about me?" The little fairy held a gilded fan and raised her eyelids, she thought, just like you, just seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence.

There are so many idiots in the world, why, only you, Wenquxing, are allowed to do it, and others can't do it.

In every life of Hengshu, he put his calligraphy and painting stalls in front of the Flower House, whose names are too numerous to remember—Jinxiu Pavilion, Phoenix Tower, Yaolanfang, Miaoyinxuan, Qingfengyuan...

Later, it became a gentle town.

"Ziwei, I like you!" There was a mantra after drinking from downstairs, and the drunk who was completely drunk was lying under a big banyan tree, vomiting wildly.

"Another fool! What nonsense are you talking about?" Ziwei got up and closed the window.

"Isn't it? Another fool!" I echoed, biting the word "again" hard on purpose.

No wonder Yaoguang had such an experience in the boudoir of the oiran in Wenrou Township when he visited at night!

No wonder when I saw the calligraphy and painting booth set up by the scholar during the Lantern Festival, no one cares about it. How can a living person see a wandering soul with a weak breath?

No wonder Lizi would say, "Since ancient times, there are many idiots, one, two, three or four!

Who is the little fairy?Who is the scholar with the calligraphy and painting booth under the Pisces lamp?Who is the prodigal son among the flowers?

What else do you not understand?

It's a pity that Fairy Ziwei, who is so intelligent and bright, has become an outsider who agrees with him, singing her own one-man show.

Does anyone know if I am also an unbreakable person?

Fairy Ziwei squinted her eyes and asked, "Little Flower Demon, what would you do if you were me?"

This question started from the Lingtai, and I traveled all over the body, but I still couldn't find the answer—no solution, so I answered honestly: "I don't know either."

"It's getting late, let's go, my oiran is going to sleep, hey, by the way, help me carry that drunk downstairs back to Jiangfu, just throw the door open..." Fairy Ziwei pushed and hurried The trend of "don't leave and give you a ride".

The drunk probably fell into the wine tank, and he became dizzy and unconscious. I covered my nose and made a gesture, and the drunk followed obediently.

There are many roads and trails to go to Jiangfu. Looking at the appearance of this drunkard, I thought I should take a shortcut, die early and be reborn early. Send this Bodhisattva back first.

To cross the trail, you have to go through a narrow alley, which happens to be the one that Ziwei came out of before.The alley was winding and winding, and the moonlight would not make it completely dark. Crossing the alley, there was a bridge, and after crossing the bridge, walking another seven or eight hundred steps was Jiangfu.

However, in the middle of the night, there are still people squatting by the river and setting off lanterns. It’s not the Lantern Festival, so what kind of lanterns should they put up?

Looking closer, it's not someone else, but the scholar who has become a wandering soul. Just now Ziwei said, it's Wenquxing named Hengshu.

What he puts on is a ghost lamp, which will disappear without a trace after entering the water, so he can only keep putting it on, if one sinks, the other will come.

Just now, Ziwei should have come to see him!