Strange Tales

It is still the old road back to the Qingluo Mountain, and the large tracts of sunset flowers on the roadside are blooming just right.

This old road has obviously been walked for nearly 100 years. For the first time, I feel that it is so short, so short that it makes people daunting and wants to stop.

The master said, when I come back, he will tell me the original cause and effect, just like what I asked before - the disciple is confused, and I can't calm down if I don't understand it.

However, after solving this confusion, what should I do? This world is so big, can there be a place for one side?

Hengshu Xingjun said, I jumped off Falling Spirit Cliff by myself, and what is the reason for this monster's disposition of fearing death and pain? monster?

It is said that being a human being is the hardest, birth, old age, sickness and death, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea must be comprehensive, and there is a big basket of broken things.

But being a demon is obviously not much better, love and hate, if you provoke anyone, you will inevitably be scalded alive, and you will grin your teeth in pain.

In the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Yaoguang once said the past words and phrases between him and Qingcheng. In every word, what was hidden was deep affection and remorse. At that time, I only thought that Qingcheng was an enviable person. Such a person can be cherished and treasured by others, regarded as the white moonlight in the sky, and the cinnabar mole in the heart.

But now, knowing that this Qingcheng who is put on the tip of his heart is actually his little flower demon, the color inside and out is very beautiful, and all kinds of tastes surge up.

No wonder those mortals who watched the play envied the son, grandson, and lady of the boudoir sung in the play, and sighed how lucky they were, even though the love was deep and the relationship was shallow, and the censures still did not end well, they still thought about themselves. The characters sung in the play only remember the eternal love between the mountains and the endless sky and the daring to be with the king and the unchanging infatuation in the vicissitudes of life, but they don't know that whether the ending is sad or happy, the hearts of the people in the play are mostly twists and turns Back to the trails like rice paddies.

In any love drama, bystanders are never insiders. Some people watch the excitement, while others watch the people, probably because of this.

This demon adopts the demon method of walking quickly on the wind, and the flowers on the Moshang bloom, and he can return slowly, but it doesn't mean that.I picked a Xiyan flower casually by the roadside, played with it in my hand, and then put it in my mouth.

I think, is this what ordinary people call "joy in bitterness"?

Ben Yao looked up at the Big Dipper in the sky. The seven stars were much brighter and bigger than the stars beside them. They were sharp and twinkling, which was really beautiful.

There is the palace where Lord Yaoguang Xing lives. He said that it is very big, and it may be comparable to this mortal palace.

Just so big, is he alone?

That gentle and indifferent Lord Xingjun who is dressed in noble purple, that Shangxian who leans against the railing of the inn in the Tianzi City and throws camellias, that childish god who is slapstick in the mountains and wants me to take him home, what is he doing now? What are you thinking again?

My heart hurts, what am I doing?Are you thinking about him?

Hey, he is an immortal who is in charge of one side of the Nine Heavens, he is an immortal!

And I obviously liked it before...

I forgot, the master is also a fairy, and this fairy is surrounded by fairy energy, which cannot be seen by ordinary naked eyes, but the bearing on his body is extraordinary, and there is a kind of freedom and ease in it, like Lord Yaoguang Xing The same is true for Master. Thinking of this, it is like standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain where the wind is blowing everywhere, and a basin of cold water is pouring down your head, from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.

I can't see through myself, and I even despise myself. In the hundred years in the Qingluo Mountain, the master has treated me very kindly, which is not bad, but now I have eaten the weight and become determined. Baibai, did you embarrass Master or wasted his efforts?

My mind was in a trance, and even my feet were a little wobbly and unsteady. I forced myself to calm down and felt that it was time to recite the Jingxin Sutra.

Inside the humble house in the mountains.

I searched three times inside and out, and I was about to dig three feet into the ground. I still didn't see Shizun and Lizi. I only found a letter on Shizun's desk. Beside the letter, Gonggong was holding a palm-sized talisman with the inscription "Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water".

On the letter is Master Qingzheng's strong handwriting:

Xiao Xi, I have something important to do for the teacher, and I will return in three to five days. Don’t read it, what you want to know, "Mirror Flowers and Water Moon" will tell you for the teacher, Xiao Xi, remember, Qingluo Mountain is your home.

Master's own handwriting!

My eyes fell on the talisman token, and I put it in my palm to look carefully, and suddenly saw a picture of the old scene appearing in front of me, occupying a part of the world in the room.

On the painting screen is a young boy dressed in red, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, red lips and teeth, so gorgeous during the day, he has the same face as me.

I heard someone call him "Qingcheng".

Qingcheng, Qingcheng, that boy in red is the former me.

And the one who called him "Qingcheng" was a woman with flowing eyes, dressed in red, who looked closely when she approached, and was startled.

What a pair of twins who describe their appearance like this!

That woman is named "Qingyan", she was originally a Chaoyan flower, and she was my elder sister.

There are two flowers in the world: Chaoyan and Xiyan flowers. Chaoyan flowers bloom in the morning and evening, and Xiyan flowers bloom in the opposite direction.

My sister treats me very well. On the mountain for cultivation, there are hundreds of monsters of all kinds, with different levels of practice, but none of them dare to bully me, because my sister can beat me with a snake bone whip. They cried for their father and mother.

Going crazy all over the mountains, digging the little goblin's nest, pulling the old goblin's tail, stealing bird eggs, picking wild berries, these bad things that chestnuts have done, it turns out that I have done none of them before.

What a wonderful memory!

Later, thinking that those monsters were afraid of my sister, I simply pretended to be my sister and continued to make troubles outside. She was still dressed in red, but her hair was tied into a snake bun. My sister always liked to dress herself like this.

That day, there was wind.

After the young man in red put away the lair of a vicious tiger spirit, Shi Shiran jumped onto a big tree by the stream to play with throwing stones, and the pebbles fell into the stream one by one in an arc with a "gudong" sound. Little white water splashes.

"Huh? What's that?" I fixed my eyes on the log-like thing floating from upstream, no, it wasn't a log, but a dead person.

What kind of person died so miserably that no one cares about the corpse soaked in the stream?

The demon hesitated for a moment, then jumped off the tree, went down to the stream with bare feet, picked up the body, dragged it back to the bank, checked his breath, and found that the man was still alive.

My sister often said that saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and demons must also perform meritorious deeds, so that they can be promoted to immortals every day and rank among the immortals.

Forget it, I never wanted to be a fairy, and being a fairy is not necessarily a good thing. There are a lot of rules and regulations, and I might as well be an unrestrained demon full of wild madness.

However, people still need to be saved. Although I have no intention of becoming a fairy, who can tell that this demon is a kind and benevolent flower demon?

If you don't do great evil, you can't do great good, but you have to do small evil and small good.

After going through untold hardships, this demon drove away a hare spirit and occupied his nest. Anyway, this guy has nine caves, and it doesn't matter if one is missing. He used the cave as a healing place for this dying person.

Good people and good deeds must be done to the end. Seeing that the people on the ground are half dead and about to raise their braids in the next moment, how can this monster give up halfway and let him fend for himself, so he picked a pile of firewood to make a fire and picked a bunch of herbs When he came back, he went to the spring to pick up a bamboo tube of spring water and healed the wounds on his face and body.

I really don't know what the person in front of me has gone through to get such serious injuries?

In fact, the face in front of him is really good-looking, and he is dressed in purple so that he can dress it very well. Although the description is rather embarrassing, Xia still does not hide his beauty. If this is a girl, maybe this monster will ask her to give her body in return for saving his life. Thank you, but it's a pity that it's a man.

There is no warm light in the cave all year round, and it is gloomy and cold. It is only slightly better when the fire is lit. The rabbit spirit is long-haired and is not afraid of the cold at all.But this demon is a flower demon, without an outer layer of fur, and trembles when it is cold. The man who has been soaked in the stream, seeing his pale and bloodless lips, knows that he is worse than me.

Ben Yao looked around for a week, found a blanket left by the rabbit spirit, and covered the injured man in purple, and was about to sit beside him and meditate.

The blanket is very big, more than enough to cover two people, I touched my chin and thought: I am not a girl, so it probably doesn't matter if I squeeze it.

Then he quickly got in and took up half of the blanket to keep warm.

It seems that I have temporarily forgotten that I am pretending to be a sister, a girl.

"Cold...cold..." The purple-clothed man still knew it was cold in a daze, and leaned towards the demon, the heat source, in a daze, and hugged him in his arms like a small stove, rubbing his head After rubbing against each other twice, Ben Yao was so startled that his mind was shaking and his hands and feet were stiff.

I carefully pushed his arm away, turned over, faced him, stretched out my hand and patted half of the man's face, and said: "Hey, this demon saved you, it is your benefactor, don't be wrong The benefactor is a hand-to-hand man, do you know?"

The man frowned, he was still awake, but he leaned forward again, his arms tightly locked around the waist of the monster, and he burrowed into a comfortable and warm place by instinct.

I was so close, I stared at the face in front of me, and felt that he was much better-looking than all the monsters on this mountain, and I thought: Hug it, just hug it, maybe who will suffer?

The man in purple fell into a coma for three days and three nights, and I guarded him here for three days and three nights, during which time he was covered with the same blanket and slept in the same quilt.

On the fourth day, as soon as I opened my eyes, I met the man's eyes. He was staring at me without blinking, and said with a half-smile: "So, this is what girls look like."

girl?

Like a thunderbolt.

I looked down at my whole body attire, and my heart suddenly "clicked", and I suddenly remembered that I was now my sister's usual attire, and I felt extremely embarrassed.

Friend, you have to know that the person holding you for three days and three nights is not a beautiful girl, but a genuine male flower demon.

I was stunned for a moment, my mind went blank, I just remembered that I pushed him away, escaped from the cave without looking back, just stepped out of the cave, made a trick to escape far away.

After my mind cleared up a bit, I had already returned home.When my sister saw me out of breath and pretended to be her, she really hated iron and steel, and said: "Where did you come from, and still dress like this, are you causing trouble again?" Well, oh, hurry up and hide, will someone call you later?"

I shook my head, not knowing where to start or how to say it.I always feel that although I did a good deed this time and saved someone, I am more worried than causing a disaster.

Did the people in the cave leave?