white head

"Brother Fei, Brother Fei..."

Who is calling yourself?

The indigo figure gradually walked out from the corner, the candlelight hidden in the silk palace lantern was as cool as the moonlight in the Guanghan Palace, so cold that it was not like the world.

This is not the world.

The little man who came running was holding a soft and tender pear blossom, and some petals were sprinkled all over his body.

Fei Ran knelt down and pinched the fleshy face, then lightly scratched his nose, and asked, "Where's your brother?"

"Brother is behind."

The child pointed back, and a goose-yellow figure stepped out from behind.

Fei Ran bowed to him seriously, and the man smiled back, with picturesque features and peerless elegance.

The child who had pinched the pear blossoms ran over like a ball of cotton and hugged Fei Ran's thigh:

"Brother Fei, give me a hug..."

Fei Ran hugged him up and rubbed his forehead, her whole chest filled with love:

"Xiao Li is still so clingy."

The man on the side folded his hands on his chest, smiling and amused:

"He's just clinging to you alone, other people can't get close to him casually."

Fei Ran turned her head and looked up at the man's handsome silhouette, full of joy:

"In this heavenly court, there is one emperor, seven emperors, twelve superior immortals, and twenty-four immortal emperors. Even if there are scattered immortals like clouds and mud, you are the only one who can dress light yellow so wonderfully."

Qi Nian clasped her fists together: "Don't dare to be that."

Fei Ran stretched out a hand, fumbled to hold Qi Nian's hand and stroked it carefully:

"'Long posture and phoenix chapter, who is unparalleled, Yushu is elegant, let's look at Qilang', these words are not spread indiscriminately, who in heaven does not know that the second son of Qilin, Qi Nian Linli, the eldest son Qi Nian is beautiful and beautiful, is it stunning? "

Qi Nian couldn't help but laugh, and shook his head with a smile:

"You only know that I am a dragon and a phoenix, so don't you think you are a god?"

The corners of Fei Ran's eyes turned into an ambiguous arc:

"Otherwise, how can you be worthy of my peerless Qi Lang?"

The little child felt that he was being neglected, his mouth shrunk, and he buried his head in Fei Ran's neck and rubbed hard:

"Brother Fei, Brother Fei, play with Xiaoli."

The moment he raised his head, his eyes were like autumn waters.

……

Then, then the child grew up, although the grown-up child was not as handsome as Qi Nian, but dressed in indigo, he was much more vivid than his brother.

And then, and then there is a fiery red mountain top, with the evil candle shadow of the human face and the dragon body, Qi Nian jumps to help Emperor Shun...

Xiao Nian!

Fei Ran was startled, opened her eyes abruptly, and met a face whose facial features were obviously magnified many times.

"Ah... Ah Sui?"

After recognizing the owner of that face, Fei Ran said "ah" and bit into her mouth:

"A Sui, how long have I been asleep?"

Ah Sui frowned, and some doubts gradually became clear in his eyes.

"Two days."

A lazy voice came from behind, Ah Sui looked at Fengli, then at Feiran, and ran out of the house on tiptoe.

Feng Li raised her chin aggressively, came from the table with a bowl of medicine, and stuffed the bowl into Fei Ran's mouth:

"Bai Jin's prescription can last for a while."

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked over with a smile that was not a smile:

"Immortal Feiqin, I wonder if you called me 'Xiao Nian' or 'Xiao Shi' just now?"

been heard?

Could it be that Ah Sui would have that expression, he thought my name was "Little Twenty".

Fei Ran took a deep breath, took the medicine, and looked straight out of the window:

"San'er, he has been away for more than two days?"

With just this sentence, Feng Li immediately let out a sigh of relief, dragged a stool to the side of the bed and sat down, and met Fei Ran's eyes inch by inch:

"If that day really comes, will you have the heart to do it?"

"I……"

Fei Ran choked, and suddenly hesitated.

The fire from more than 1000 years ago burned in front of my eyes again, and my eyes were instantly hazy.

The goose-yellow figure let go of the hand he was holding tightly, embraced himself vigorously, and then jumped into the sea of ​​fire without looking back.

How can I lose him again?I will never bear that pain again!

Fei Ran raised her head, her gaze became cold and determined.

"This is the only chance to save Xiao Nian!"

"very good."

Feng Li suddenly laughed, and at the end of the laugh, desolation appeared in his eyes:

"I thought you'd be a little bit reluctant after all."

Except for you, no one in the sky knows how long you have been with him, how long has that child been hiding behind you and watching you?

It's a pity that you only have one small thought in your eyes, it was true a thousand years ago, and it will still be a thousand years later.

Who doesn't like that Zhilanyushu-like person, but who can bear to watch a fresh life die for another person?

The nine-tailed fox, Fengli, closed her eyes heavily, her silver teeth seemed about to be crushed:

"Fei Ran, who are you worrying about now?"

The wind blew the fallen flowers all over the place, and the rolled up fallen flowers were blown in along the window.

Fei Ran stretched out her hand to grab a piece and put it on her eyes, as if she saw the small figure carved in pink and jade back then, holding a pear blossom and running.

The small man hugged his leg happily, his eyes were as black as grapes soaked in water, blinking and blinking at him, clamoring for a "hug".

The eyes were blocked by fingers and petals, and some watery light flowed out from between the fingers.

The wind blows and the flowers wither, what about that person?

The man sneezed violently at this moment and rubbed his nose.

The bearer sitting on the horse lifted the curtain and said with concern:

"Mr. Su caught wind and cold on the road, why don't we stop for a while?"

Su Twenty-san shook his head, looking out of the window, his eyes spread to places he couldn't see.

"Master, I need to go to Qingyao Mountain right away for something. Let's... take the path?"

Yellow sand was thrown up on the uneven mountain road, and the car body trembled with the road surface. It took a few days to copy the small road.

Xin'an, a small town on the mountainside, was past dusk when we arrived.

On both sides of the road, simple bright lights were first turned on, and the banner cloth of an inn could not be seen shaking in the evening wind from a distance.

Su Niansan and two bearers ordered two small dishes, two roasted chicken and roasted duck, hand-rolled lo mein with local carrots and cabbage, and they ate their stomachs whole.

After eating, three rooms were opened, Su Ersan asked the bearers to bring the burden upstairs first, but he himself was not in a hurry to go up.

He turned around and sat at the counter, tapped the back of his fingers lightly on the table, and called the waiter who was sweeping the floor to stop:

"Is the second brother very busy?"

The little boy smiled honestly, picked up the white cloth hanging from his shoulders and wiped his face:

"Don't be busy, what else can the guest officer order?"

Su Twenty-san's smile rippled from the corner of his mouth to the tip of his brow:

"I want to ask, have you ever heard of the legend about the Qingyao Mountain Martial God?"

"Wuluo God?"

Xiao Er's eyes lit up suddenly, he put down the broom and sat on another chair, and answered familiarly:

"Of course I've heard of it! Who in Xin'an County didn't grow up listening to the stories of God Wuluo?"

An oil lamp, a cup of tea, the story was told for a full hour at the beginning.

Su Twenty-san put down his teacup and looked at him with a smile:

"I wonder if the night road in Qingyao Mountain is easy to walk?"

"Guest officer, do you want to leave at night?"

Xiao Er was startled and almost knocked over the teacup:

"Guest officer, you'd better wait until tomorrow to go, then Qingnvfeng, even if you go during the day, you have to be more careful, let alone at night, if you accidentally fall down, you won't even find your bones!"

After finishing speaking, he clicked his tongue secretly, how could he say such unlucky words to the guests.

After thinking about it, Su Niansan was indeed right. Before returning to the room, he called the shopkeeper and added three days' rent.

Put another ingot of silver into the little second hand, carefully said:

"The two people in the room wake up tomorrow morning, please tell them, if I haven't come down after three days, please ask them to go back first."

"Not coming down?"

Xiao Er took the silver and bit it hard.

toothache!

It was still daylight the next day, Xiaoer rubbed his sleepy eyes and knocked on the door of Su Ersan's room:

"Guest officer, guest officer."

After knocking for a while, there was no answer. When I pushed it away, I saw that the quilt was neatly folded, and the person had left.

"Master, I've never seen anyone in such a hurry..."

Qingnv Peak is the highest and most dangerous place in Qingyao Mountain. According to the legend, the God of Wu Luo lives on Qingnv Peak.

Su Ersan stood on the top of the mountain, watching the torrents surging in the sea of ​​clouds from a distance, the peaks were looming, it really looked like a treasured land of a fairy family.

Under the blue sky, a fairy mansion suddenly appeared in front of you.

The white walls and black tiles are magnificent.

Su Twenty-san gritted his teeth and stepped forward to knock on the door.

The little boy in Tsing Yi was only about ten years old, with pink hair and pink face, he was exceptionally handsome, when he saw someone knocking on the door, he was so startled that he almost cried out.

Before Su Ersan reported himself, he heard a cold voice from afar.

"Leave that person outside the door and ask you to come in."

Eyebrow thrush?Picturesque?

Su Niansan secretly smiled: I can't tell that this Martial God is also a lover of elegance.

When the little boy came out again, his brows were tightly knit, and he said hesitantly:

"My master said that there was wisdom in the ancient times to seek the Tao, and Lixue in the Zen sect. Today, Mr. Su came to visit. As for seeing or not seeing him, it depends on Mr. Su's sincerity."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Su Ersan knelt straight down with a plop, and knocked hard in the direction of the door a few times.

When he looked up again, a bloodstain on his forehead snaked down his cheek.

The man raised his hands above his head and hit the ground again:

"Chang'an Su Ersan, thank Goddess for her kindness. If Goddess rescues me, I will be willing to work for Goddess in the next life."

"I can't afford your afterlife."

Hearty laughter came from the door again, Su Ersan was startled, knelt on the ground and said nothing.

Unexpectedly, this kneeling would last a whole night.

At night on the mountain, the eyes were so thick that it couldn't be melted, it was very similar to the emerald lotus leaf inkstone that Su Ersan used to throw Fei Ran back then.

A tree of pear blossoms fluttered down, and the branches fluttered faintly and thickly in the wind.

Su Ersan gritted his teeth, thinking of that man's pear blossom-like face, he endured the pain.

The boy who opened the door the next day pushed open the door and saw the young master who was locked out.

The little boy with pink hair and flour noodles didn't finish his yawn, and swallowed it in his mouth:

"My son, you really..."

Su Ersan's face was black and blue from the cold, his eye circles were red, his crown was crooked, and a few strands of hair fluttered messily in the air.

Seeing the eyebrow painting, the man bent his eyes, squeezed out a smile, and showed a happy look:

"Hui Ke broke his arm to seek the Tao, but I still have to rely on these two hands to climb down the mountain and give the medicine to that person. I don't know if the fairy boy can tell the goddess that Su Ersan will send the medicine back. When the man recovers, he is willing to go to the Qing Dynasty again." Yes, offer an arm."

Smiling stiffly, laughing hard, a little stubborn, a touch of desolation, like a vast expanse of sky and earth soaked by rain during the Ching Ming Festival.

The little boy named Meihua sighed softly, but couldn't bear to look at him again:

"come in."

Su Ersan jumped up happily, then fell back to the ground heavily, his smile was shattered, leaving only a touch of helplessness:

"I'm really sorry, can you wait for me... rub your knees before leaving."

A long time later, about one or two hundred years ago, the Taibaijinxing in the sky got a mirror from somewhere, saying that it could peek into the past.

Qi Lang, who didn't like to go out that day, had a rare interest, so Immortal Feiqin asked Taibai Jinxing for this mirror.

The two looked and stopped, from Xia, Shang and Zhou to the present, admiring the flowers and discussing the Tao, very leisurely.

By the time of the Tang Dynasty, it was already midnight, Qi Nian glanced at it and was about to move forward, but was blocked by Immortal Feiqin's hand.

Xianjun Feiqin thoughtfully, pointing to the mirror.

It turned out that there was actually a person kneeling outside the gate of Wuluo Shen's house in Qingyao Mountain.

The two looked at it with interest for a long time, but the man was motionless, as if he was already stiff.

Qi Nian was a little strange, puzzled and said: "Fei Ran, why do you think he is kneeling here?"

Immortal Feiqin held Qi Nian's waist with one hand, thought for a while, and then laughed out loud:

"Since ancient times, Wuluo has produced elixir, presumably it was an infatuated man who came here to save his sweetheart."

The fairy in white swayed his folding fan, boundless and elegant:

"I don't know who is so lucky to make a person willing to kneel for him for a whole night. I don't know what happened to the last two people. If anyone is willing to do it for Fei Ran..."

"If anyone is willing to kneel for you this night, what about you?"

Qi Nian snorted softly, and glared at him with a vicious expression.

Fairy Feiqin smiled and bent over, closed the folding fan with the other hand, and hugged it:

"It's enough for Fei Ran to get a Qilang. If this is the case in life, what more can I ask for?"

Just at this time, a gust of wind blew by, causing slight waves on the mirror surface, and the water waves swayed like strata.

Fei Ran squinted her eyes and looked again, only to see that the man turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like autumn water, and his face was like a peach blossom.

A large expanse of moonlight spread out, so bright and so bright.

This is the last time Su Ersan and Fei Ran meet each other.

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