Strange Tales

"That's a dark lantern, it won't float very far. If you want to make a wish, I'll send you a bright lantern tomorrow night!" I placed the drunk cat by the bridge pier, walked over and stood next to Mr. Heng Shuxing and whispered softly. road.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is also a complete idiot. Even I, an old demon, feel uncomfortable, but I don't know how to comfort him.

Forget it, everyone has their own obsessions, everyone has their own joys, the futility and incomprehension in the eyes of others, in the mouths of the players in the game, all become peaceful willingness.

Hengshu Xingjun stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his lower body, slowly turned his head, met my gaze, and pondered for a while: "It's you..." After finishing this slightly abrupt sentence , with a smile on his face, he continued: "No need, I just let it go, as if I went back to the past. Oh, why are you telling me this?"

Hengshu Xingjun chuckled again, swinging on the shimmering river.

This Wenquxing who jumped down from the Lingling Cliff in the sky seemed to be the Shangxian who was wearing a blue shirt and had a smile on his brows, as Ziwei Fairy said. He was indeed a figure with a beautiful back.

The ghost lamp that had just been put on the river sank into the sparkling river water again, and the candlelight on the lamp became dimmer and dimmer until it was completely swallowed by the river water, and suddenly disappeared.

"You know me?" I blurted out.

I don't know if this god who is obsessed with love recognizes the little flower demon of Qingluoshan, or the mysterious Qingcheng in other people's mouth?

Mr. Heng Shu Xing closed his wide sleeves embroidered with curly cloud patterns. He is now in the state of a soul and cannot support the green shirt on his body. He only heard him say: "I heard that you, a little flower demon, patronize my painting and calligraphy. In the end, I didn’t buy anything, so I almost thought that it was the first business in hundreds of years, and I was so happy!”

That's what happened at the Lantern Festival.

I sat down on the steps right away, and smiled: "You ghost put the stall in front of the flower building, and the ghost came to buy your things!"

Yeah, ghosts are here to buy your stuff!

People are invisible!Of course, the prodigal son - his sweetheart can't see it either!

Hengshu Xingjun didn't care about my nonsense, he stood by the river with his hands behind his back, the moonlight reflected on his slender back, he didn't look like a wandering soul, he was truly an independent fairy.

With his back to me, he spoke slightly, with a clear voice: "You little flower demon, it's rare, no wonder little Ziwei'er often talks about you."

Yes, there is only such a flower demon named Xiyan in the sky and on the earth, of course it is rare, who can find another one?

Unexpectedly, Hengshu Xingjun suddenly turned around, looked at me carefully on the upper three roads and the lower three roads, the flower demon was really shy, I touched my chin, looked around up and down, He thought to himself: "I haven't changed into my original shape, and I haven't dressed inappropriately? He looks at me like this. Could it be that I have dismantled his fairy temple before or something?"

From the fairy temple in Qingjiao Town to the Taoist temple at the foot of the emperor, I am sure that I have never done such a wicked thing as demolishing the fairy temple.

But Hengshu Xingjun in that room had already opened his mouth and said: "Like, it was really carved out of the same mold, no wonder I would admit it wrong! When I heard Xiao Ziweier talk about it before, I was still famous for being a famous star in the Three Realms. You'll be so confused that you can't even tell the difference between people."

Pojunxing is the Luminous Star Lord in the Nine Heavens, a big killing star who is enough to make those ghosts and ghosts in the devil world frightened.

But what did he say?Why can't I understand, these people who have been gods, why do they only choose to say things that this demon can't understand.Who did he say I look like?What's wrong with admitting mistakes?

I was really at a loss, and I wished I could ask clearly immediately. How can I say that the flower demon is also a protagonist, although the protagonist's actions are indeed somewhat distasteful to cats, so I cleared my throat, organized the language, and gracefully wanted to Ask a good question.

But before he could say it, Hengshu Xingjun spoke again, and he continued: "It's just that I have been a wandering ghost for hundreds of years, and I know very little about the things in the Jiuchongtian after that, and I don't know much about it. The cause and effect, but Zuo is nothing more than the word love, I don’t know how much right and wrong have been involved in these two words.” Then he paused for a moment, collected himself and asked, “You really don’t remember anything?”

This question, what can I remember?

I also want to ask you how are you?

But how can others explain this kind of thing clearly?

I shook my head at him and said, "I only have nearly 100 years of memory. The master said that I suffered a catastrophe, and my brain was smashed."

It's because the past and the past are all forgotten, and the memory only stays on the Qingluo Mountain.

Hengshu Xingjun chuckled twice, and said: "Heavenly Tribulation? Little flower demon, do you believe it? Your master is really well-intentioned, and he specializes in making wedding dresses for others. Where in the world can you find someone like your master?" Immortal. Really..."

The night was getting late and the moon was getting colder. He re-lit a ghost lamp and placed it on the river surface devoutly, with a calm and peaceful face: "However, that's fine."

That's good too, a spoof from Heaven's Tribulation can bury the past in the past, and it's okay to start over, but it's a pity for such a master with a sense of demeanor.

Could it be that the master is lying to me, what is it if it is not a catastrophe?

To make a wedding dress for someone else, who is it referring to?

As if realizing something, I stood up abruptly, and asked anxiously: "Dare to ask Xingjun what the meaning of the words just now? Xiaoyao's master must have no reason to lie to me or something." The words were sonorous and forceful , people are standing on all fours, but a heart has long been hanging on the cliff, swaying up and down, that is not a catastrophe, what is it?

At this time, Hengshu Xingjun's words came into his ears lightly, as if true and illusory: "Little flower demon, you and I are really the same kind of people, no, you are a little more decisive than me, let me ask you, are you sure?" I know that there is a forbidden place in the Xiling Terrace of the Nine Heavens, known as Falling Spirit Cliff, if immortals above rank three jump off this cliff, their bones and spiritual roots will be completely destroyed, while the rest of the immortals will have their souls shattered and scattered in all directions, or even become human beings in severe cases. Nothing, nothing here."

"Fallen Cliff?" In the story of Fairy Ziwei, Hengshu Xingjun fell to the fairy book, I nodded, and my fingertips trembled slightly: "Xingjun said, I jumped from there? But...but ..."

But what?

Is this Falling Spirit Cliff in the Nine Heavens a place where I, a mortal monster with low mana, can go? It's really ridiculous!

Unless...unless I ever...

In the bamboo forest, the master and Yaoguang Xingjun's rivalry, Yaoguang Xingjun's inexplicable gentleness and strange words and deeds on the way to the Shiwanda Mountain, the "Qingcheng" from the white rattle outside the Tianzi City...

Everything seems to have an explanation, so logical!

It turns out that Qingcheng is me, and I am Qingcheng!

Like a ray of spiritual light suddenly passing through the Lingtai, I don't know what it feels like to feel a ball in my heart?

In the past, it was just suspicion, and I didn't dare to make a conclusion, but now it is so convincing that I have to admit it.

No wonder Yaoguang Xingjun's face was as pale as paper and lost his soul before he left, so he felt a sense of loss and distress, as if he was afraid that he would be wronged.

"How is it possible that this monster is not full of food and is doing nothing, or his brain was kicked by a donkey, and he went to jump that Laoshizi fell into the spirit cliff, so that he would die rather than live. Xingjun's joke...is a bit of a joke It's too big..." The more he talked, the pretentious voice gradually weakened, and then stopped abruptly.

The most hateful thing in this world is to take Quanlucuo as his home, and the most ridiculous thing is to use the ground as a prison to deceive himself and others. Who is he deceived in the end?

You can understand the truth, but you can't see it through when you are in it.

Hengshu Xingjun ignored my excuse that I couldn't convince myself, opened his lips, hesitated for a while, and said with a pitiful tone: "I shouldn't have said this to you, so as not to disturb you." The water in this pool is even more muddy, but I, a ghost, is always meddling, so I said a few more words, it’s late at night, little flower demon, you can go back and forth wherever you want, I’ll send this son of Jiangfu back for you.”

He was referring to the drunk cat leaning on the bridge pier, a well-known dandy in Qingjiao Town.

"Thank you!" I thanked him first, Hengshu Xingjun nodded slightly and then walked towards the pier, walking steadily, his clothes were windy, "Xingjun, do you understand the word "love", Can you solve this confusion for Xiao Yao? What is liking, what is love?"

Heh, I don't know who to ask, this Xing Jun who jumped off the Lingling Cliff like me and became obsessed with love may know, but in short, he must understand better than me.

In fact, I am ashamed to say it. I have always liked to read some opera scripts and lyrics. Most of them are about good men and women with love and intentions. Chivalrous women, beautiful and infatuated fox demons and mortal men, fairies in the sky and monsters with three eyes...these are all here and there.

It's just that after watching these dramas too much, I can usually make up a few love quotes to bluff the little monsters in Qingluoshan.

Taking away the bluff on the surface is indeed a muddy mind.

The famous Red Dust Gate resembles the Six Realms of Reincarnation. After stepping in, I couldn't see the appearance of the depths of the entrance. I could only carefully explore and grope while recalling the records and rumors handed down from the prehistoric period. .

Some people, monsters, immortals and demons who stumbled into the world of mortals by mistake, are confused, and at the end, they don't know what deep love is, but they are just drifting with the tide.

This is also seen from the playbook, and in secular terms, it is called "make do" and "make do".

Hengshu Xingjun paused, as if in deep thought, for a while, he said in a very clear tone: "Love is a smile floating on the surface, but once you fall in love, it will hurt, no matter how chic your face is. And don't care, in my heart." He pointed to his heart, his voice was a little hoarse, "It will hurt."

It turns out that when you fall in love with someone, you will feel pain in your heart. It is very similar to the stories in most drama books, but most of the time, people who watch it only pay attention to the sad and beautiful ending of this drama, such as myself.

It was late at night, there was a cold moon in the sky, and the wind blowing across my face was a bit cold.