With Qingming Zhaji III [Jian Wang III + Onmyoji]

The sky was gray and the wind was howling, making the inn windows creak one after another. Miao Qiu buried her head in the quilt and had a long dream.

In the dream, he was chasing a black butterfly. When the butterfly flapped its wings, an intoxicating smell spread out.He slid down from the tall tree house in Shuding Village, followed the butterfly into the Fairy Trail Forest, passed through waves of Tianyi Sect disciples, and ran into the ancient ruins.Miao Qiu was surprised that all the corpses he met on the road turned a blind eye to him. Butterflies were circling in a puddle, and Miao Qiu chased after him. When he lowered his head, he saw his withered green skin clearly.There was no time to panic, the puddle had already turned into a thick black, and countless black butterflies spewed out, drowning him in an instant.When I saw the scene in front of me clearly, I was at the crossing of Wudu River and Mountain, with gurgling water and a boat leaning lightly on the shore. The red-eyed sister Du was hugging a girl dressed in Han Chinese tightly. Miao Qiu looked at her and felt very kind.

When he woke up, the sky was slightly bright, Miao Qiu stretched his hand to the side of the pillow to touch the cell phone, but only touched a handful of air, he sat up and shook his head, really confused from dreaming.

Yesterday was cloudy and windy, and Miao Qiu's mood was easily affected by the weather. When he saw the sun, he was full of energy, and even his smile seemed to be a little happier. When it was cloudy and rainy, his whole body was sluggish.Tang Xia came to say hello in the evening and said that she had something to leave for two days. Miao Qiu answered a few words weakly, closed the doors and windows tightly, fell asleep and fell into a dark sleep.

There was no wind blowing at the moment, Miao Qiu opened the window, and fine snowflakes fell in the cool twilight.

Lan Xin had already healed and was alive and kicking two days ago, and he could feed three people at a meal, and became good friends with that little Xiutai named Ajiu, and ran to Qixiufang as soon as he opened his eyes.Miao Qiu leaned on the carved railing of Xiufang, watching the two little ones, one pink and one purple, roll and jump, you play the flute, I dance swords, and looked at Qingming and Boya on the opposite teahouse with complicated faces.

A snowy day, like a sunny day, can make people feel better and full of energy.Miao Qiu went to the teahouse and sat down at the table. Qingming and Boya were chatting about waka about snow.The snow outside the building was like fluff, and a small stove on the table was warming a pot of Longjing tea, and the fragrance of tea wafted in. Miao Qiu thought that these two were really elegant.

Blinking his eyes, he picked up the teacup and asked, "Where did you get the money?"

Boya didn't say anything, Qingming said leisurely, "Xuechen just left."

Miao Qiu raised his forehead, and the three of them traveled over to eat and drink.He knocked on the table with a serious expression, "Qingming, we have to find a way to make money."

Qingming took a sip of tea, and said honestly, "I have intended it for a long time."

The corners of Miao Qiu's mouth twitched. I had thought of this for a long time, but I didn't see what you did, Mr. Qingming!

The breeze carried snowflakes down on the table, Miao Qiu turned his head to look out the window in surprise, and found that it was not the breeze but the demon wind.Two figures jumped up from downstairs, patted the fence outside the building lightly, turned over and sat down lightly, and the huge wine gourd slammed heavily on Miao Qiu's head.

Miao Qiu covered her head angrily, "You wine gourd has a grudge against me!"

Jiu Tun didn't speak, but Ibaraki Doji glanced at Miao Qiu dangerously with sideways eyes, and Miao Qiu immediately faltered, and looked at Qingming aggrieved.

Qingming picked up the teapot that was warming on the small stove, smiled at Miao Qiu, and said, "Bo Ya and I don't know much about this place."

Boya took the conversation, "So is there any way to make money?"

Shuten-douji took a sip of the wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said righteously: "You can let Ibaraki steal it."

Ibaraki Doji looked helpless, "If Master Seimei agrees."

Miao Qiu directly ignored the two monsters. He thought for a while and said, "Boya's flute is so good that he can be a performer! If Qingming," Miao Qiu rubbed his chin and slapped the table, "you can set up a stall for me. People tell fortunes! As for Ibaraki Shuten, you two go dig herbs, there are a lot of licorice and rhubarb in Yangzhou, I will sell them at the pharmacy later."

Seeing no one answered, Miao Qiu blinked, "How about my solution?"

Boya asked, "Then what are you doing?"

Miao Qiu had a sly face, "I'll be your trustee! These days I don't have a trustee and want to cheat money, no, make money."

Qingming nodded, and Miao Qiu was sure that she could see the eagerness on his face. This must be the excitement of rich people occasionally living a poor life of earning money.Miao Qiu cried when she thought of the hard times when she was embarrassed and always asked her uncle for living expenses and secretly worked part-time.

Snowflakes flutter in Yangzhou, while the winter sun in Chengdu is brilliant.

On the outskirts of Chengdu, at the foot of the low mountain, Zuiyue Villa.

The dark blue figure was cold, and Tang Xia's face was like frozen ice that could not be melted. Yin Zuiyue lay on the soft couch, pushed the maid away, and said with a pale face, "It's rare that you took the initiative to find me, what's your business?" "

Tang Xia looked directly at him, "You went to see Miao Qiu."

Yin Zuiyue looked innocent, "How can you see that?"

"Tangjiabao has the fragrance you brought back from Japan."

Yin Zuiyue was startled, and said helplessly, "You are really perceptive."

Tang Xia tightened his grip on the thousand receivers, "I said last time, I don't care what you do, but don't touch my people." He was silent for a while, and then said: "Give me a reason."

Yin Zuiyue stood up and smiled, "Reason? Tang Xia, when did you become so soft-hearted? I was just thinking about how to deal with your life-chasing arrow." He reached out and tapped regularly on the wall behind the soft cave. After a few clicks, the wall slowly turned to reveal a narrow gap, and Yin Zuiyue stepped in.

Tang Xia followed, and the wind blew in. Under the dim candlelight flickering in the secret room, there was a lifelike human statue.

A hint of surprise appeared in Tang Xia's eyes.

Yin Zuiyue stroked the statue tenderly, "It's very similar, Kang Xuezhu carved it by herself." He looked at Tang Xia with a sad tone, "It's not him."

Tang Xia lowered her head and slightly loosened her hand holding the Thousand Receiver, "If you go to Miao Qiu again, I don't mind failing occasionally in missions."

Yin Zuiyue fiddled with the candle wick, "You are too strong, but don't worry, I don't get drunk every time."

"That's the best."

"Tang Xia, when a killer has a weakness, can he still be a qualified killer?" Yin Zuiyue raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.

"He will only become stronger." Tang Xia clenched the Thousand Receiver, turned and left.

Yin Zuiyue lowered her head and let out a chuckle, tracing the statue's face with her pale fingers.

Miao Qiu borrowed a table from the inn, pulled a strip of white cloth and hung it on a bamboo pole, dipped a brush in some ink, thought for a while, and wrote the four big characters "Dongying Shensuan" eloquently.

He took a few steps back and took a look. Qingming was sitting behind the table, his bat fan swaying slightly, his eyes were slender and pure, and against the background of the snow scene, he had a more elegant and dusty taste.Miao Qiu was extremely satisfied, and she was able to bluff a lot of people with just such a fortune-telling posture.

Miao Qiu put her hands on the table, leaned over and said, "Qingming, smile a little more mysteriously."

"Okay." Qingming raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth raised a charming arc.

Miao Qiu didn't have time to admire Lord Qingming's peerless elegance, Yuan Boya had already pushed him away, lowered his head and said softly: "Qingming, you look so good-looking."

Qingming covered his face with a folding fan, only showing his slender eyes, which also blocked Boya who was getting closer.

Miao Qiu smacked his lips and got goosebumps all over his body. He seemed to see the pink love bubbles emerging from Boya's body.

The fortune-telling stall was located not far from Qixiufang, with a prominent location, coupled with Qingming's dress and outstanding appearance, a group of people quickly gathered around, of course most of them were watching the excitement.Miao Qiu hid in a small corner, feeling that it was almost done, and walked slowly over with a bitter face.

Being watched by so many people, Qingming did not change his expression, and shook the bat fan in his hand leisurely. When his eyes swept over Miao Qiu, he paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Following the words Miao Qiu taught him earlier, he said: "This little brother of the Miao family, I see you..."

"You know fortune-telling?" He was interrupted before he finished speaking, and a fiery figure squeezed in from the crowd, and everyone who had seen his face stepped back slightly.

Miao Qiu sighed, this man is really good-looking and powerful.

Hong Yan looked at Qingming, then glanced at Miao Qiu, Miao Qiu silently retreated behind the crowd, this person knew that he and Qingming knew each other, how could he be happy when he was exposed?

Hong Yan didn't care about who came first, sat at the table, wrote the words "I'm very upset" from the brow to the corner of the mouth, and said coldly: "It's a marriage."

Qingming handed over the pen and paper, and said, "Please write down your date of birth."

Hong Yan froze for a moment, "I don't know."

"So, then...the other party's birth date."

"do not know either."

Miao Qiu curled her lips, it must be a mess.

A flash of sword light came suddenly, and it was inserted on the table in front of Hongyan, the hilt of the sword shook slightly.Hong Yan sighed and stood up, swung the long whip around the sword and threw it out, and the Taoist standing outside the crowd caught it firmly.Seeing that the situation was not good, the onlookers rushed away, Miao Qiu had no choice but to fight again, not too tired.

After several leaps of red smoke on the Slender West Lake, there was only a small red dot left. Daoist Yu Cheng threw a money bag and said to Qingming, "I'm sorry." He ran after him.

Miao Qiu happily walked to the table, counted the money in the purse, and smacked his lips: "I don't mind these two people coming to mess things up every day."

"Brother Qiu!" Miao Qiu followed the prestige, and Lan Xin ran over, followed by Xiao Xiutai Ajiu, "Brother Boya is going to play the flute!"

Qingming stood up and said with a smile, "Close the stall? You can't miss Boya's flute."

As soon as he walked to the Xiufang teahouse, the distant and misty flute sounded.Xiao Xiutai twirled her small fan, and said to Lan Xin: "He can play better than Xiufang's sisters."

Lan Xin clenched her fists, "I want to learn the flute from Brother Boya, and I will play it for you every day from now on!"

"Still every day?" Miao Qiu patted Lan Xin on the head, "Are you still planning to stay in Qixiufang and not return to the five poisons?"

The two little guys ran up the stairs shoulder to shoulder, completely ignoring him.Miao Qiu felt melancholy for a while, and felt a sense of powerlessness that her son couldn't help his father when he grew up.

Yuan Boya leaned against the window, the snowflakes falling slowly, echoing his melodious flute sound.

The flute blew on the first snowy night, with [-]% of the charm, what a beautiful Yale map, if you ignore the sign at Yuan Boya's feet.

The sign was naturally made by Miao Qiu, and there was a long paragraph written on it, roughly meaning that the two brothers loved the Tang culture deeply, came from Dongying, and the money was stolen. Artistic boys and girls perform their arts here to find a bosom friend, and those who are rich will hold a place for money, and those who have no money will hold a place for individuals.

Boya's flute sound is naturally very attractive, and people continue to follow the flute sound to the teahouse.

That's when someone should take the lead.Miao Qiu cleared his throat, walked to the window, and said affectionately: "This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world." He took out two ingots of silver from his arms and put them on the table, surrounded the crowd, and his face was full. He stepped back appreciatively, as if he was afraid of interrupting the beautiful music.

Most of the people who come to Qixiufang are high-ranking officials, literati and refined scholars. Anyway, most of them are masters who are not short of money.At this moment, seeing a young Miao family can enjoy music so generously, not to mention Boya's flute sound is excellent, regardless of whether the sign is true or not, someone puts money on the table intermittently.Miao Qiu stood on the side, nodding slightly to the sound of the flute, and then looking melancholy at the distance, hiding his achievements and fame deeply.

"It's a tortoise shell again!" Along the Yangzhou Canal, Jiu Tun Tong threw away the tortoise egg in his hand, his face full of depression.

"Friend! I got it!" Ibaraki Doji ran over excitedly, and spread out his palms, revealing a small turtle.

Shuten-douji carefully took the tortoise and put it in the gourd.It was the ghost gourd of the Yaozu, and there was enough space in it.

That's right, Jiuten and Ibaraki were originally here to collect herbs. They wandered around Yangzhou, but they didn't pick a few grasses, and the turtle eggs along the canal were wiped out.

The leader of a certain monster clan who is addicted to touching turtle eggs and cannot extricate himself, and his friends.

Shuten-douji shook his gourd, looked in along the mouth of the gourd, and sighed: "What a cute little thing."

Ibaraki Doji asked expectantly, "How does it compare to the ghost girl Momiji?"

Shuten-douji thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's a little worse than Hongye."

"Compared to me?"

Shuten-douji turned and walked away, heading for the next wave of turtle eggs.

Ibaraki Doji was very wronged, he secretly put the other little turtle in the palm of his hand into the water, and said angrily, "I won't give you this one."

The author has something to say:

The three turtles are complete and the three geese are complete, seeking a relationship.

Thank you for seeing the little friends here, bow.