The belated iceberg attack [entertainment circle] GL

Spoiler... I forgot what time it was. The experience of the ancestor mother-in-law.

Zhang Chunan

There is a soul in the world, regardless of life or death, obsession is there.When Zhang Chunan was young, he walked with his master in the alleys of Chang'an. The Ghost Subduing Master didn't have such a standard name. He was just an ordinary person between a liar and a mage. He also has nondescript magical weapons, using the chaotic knife skills of recruits on the battlefield to slash the enemy, casually slashing at the weak new ghosts, collecting money if he wins, and running away if he can't win. This Chang'an is so big, Tang Dynasty So long, there is always a way to go.

Zhang Chunan asked Master, are there any immortals in this world?Master said that there probably are, but unfortunately we haven't seen them, and whether they exist or not has nothing to do with us.

At that time, no gods could be found, but ghosts were everywhere. Although the technique was a bit immature, business could always be received.

From a half-grown tomboy in rag clothes to a young girl with fluttering hair, seven years have passed in Chang'an during this period. She and her master have traveled all over Chang'an City, and their income is neither high nor low. Floating, the reputation is between good and bad.At that time, Zhang Chunan's mind was very empty, and he never thought about the future, so he took the money to buy wine and got drunk, and found a place in the alley of Chang'an for the two of them to sleep together. Fake Taoist uniforms, bluffing and tricking people to do real things.

A few days after the Xuanwumen Rebellion in the early Tang Dynasty, two people who stayed up late at night wandered on the Qingshi Road of Chang'an Street, smelling of alcohol, and walked halfway. a fairy.

Is it a fairy?I guess so.

In the dark night, she met a woman dressed in white, with long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked like a ghost. The reason why she was said to be a fairy was probably because the white clothes were too new, and the patterns on them were pretty.The woman stood by the side of the road and said softly to a man with half of an arrow feather stuck in his body: "Why don't you go back? Go back, it's getting late."

Zhang Chunan reeked of alcohol and yelled loudly: "Little lady, get out of the way, let my old lady accept this ghost for you to see!"

The woman raised her hand to tie the broken hair around her ears, and leisurely turned her soft eyes, glanced at her, then turned to the luxuriously dressed man and said, "Look, if you are wandering in Chang'an, It's been a long time, and there will always be these bastards who don't know what's good or bad to bother you, as a heavenly king, why bother to entangle with these bastards?"

Zhang Chunan was full of enthusiasm and good intentions, and she called him an ignorant bastard. He was undoubtedly poured cold water and scolded a bastard. At this moment, he felt very uncomfortable, so he almost went up to face this beautiful girl with a sword. The gentle little lady made a slash, but she managed to see clearly before rushing forward, and recognized the brocade robe and costume that the man was wearing. It was the prince Li Jiancheng who died in the Xuanwumen Incident a few days ago.

Relying on the courage surged up by the smell of alcohol, Zhang Chunan vented it all at once. She didn't have the guts to cut off the emperor's family's descendants, so she could only shrink her hands back and giggled twice at the woman in white.

The two faced each other, one was dressed in white as if in mourning, and the other was dressed in red as if she was getting married, but it was dark and no one noticed.

Zhang Chunan saw that the woman turned her wrist and put a soul into the gourd and took it away on her waist. She couldn't help being shocked, and hurriedly followed and asked, "Are you a ghost or a human?"

The woman in white is born with a good temper. Although she didn't like the reckless Zhang Chunan, she still smiled slightly: "I work for Lord Yan, do you think I am a human or a ghost?"

Zhang Chunan looked her clothes up and down, and guessed: "Are you Bai Wuchang?"

The woman pursed her lips subconsciously, shook her head and snorted coldly: "Why, are you a bull-headed horse?"

As she spoke, she tapped her slender feet on the ground, and drifted away along the night wind. It was late at night, and a full moon was hanging in the sky. The woman walked with the wind, and her clothes danced lightly in the wind. There is a peony flower tattooed on the cuff, and the waist is boneless, and it moves with the wind like a bird in the sky, just floating away under the moon, Zhang Chunan was stunned.

She was supposed to catch up, but at this moment, the smell of alcohol rose, she ran two steps, fell to the ground, and fell asleep on her master's shoes.

The woman walked far away, looked back at the way she came, and saw two people, the old and the young, sleeping soundly on the official road, snoring constantly under the moonlit night, long and short like whistles, it was funny but couldn't help it Worried about whether they would be run over by passing vehicles, after thinking for a while, they turned back and forth, lifted the people who were sleeping like dead pigs from the ground, and carried them to the grass beside the road.

She hugged the old man, then turned around to hug the little girl in red, and just as she was hugging the girl, remembering that the bastard just said she was Bai Wuchang, she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, so she simply threw her on the ground as revenge, Unexpectedly, although Zhang Chunan was indulging in dreams, his hands were very restless. At some point, he grabbed her sleeve and refused to let go. With such a throw, he even tore off half of her sleeve, just to tear off the golden thread peony , Fuyou held it tightly in her hands like a baby, and refused to let go no matter what.

The woman's sleeves were torn off, and when she thought of being ridiculed when she returned to the underworld, she felt angry again. She was about to wave her hand and slap the girl to discourage her, but on the way, she remembered that she was hundreds of years old. The five or six-year-old girl was so angry that she couldn't help laughing, so she simply spared her and stopped beating her.

The woman put the gourd away, glanced at the time, she must have returned to her life, then looked back at the girl who was sleeping like a dead pig on the ground, and said softly: "Hundreds of years, I have always been only for the dead. Collect your soul, the moonlight is good today, save your life, and save your life, I will collect your soul again in the future, you have to thank me, understand?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to pull the sleeve in Zhang Chunan's hand, but she didn't expect this girl to be very persistent. Even though she was asleep, she still held on to the sleeve tightly, and the woman couldn't let go after a few tugs. Loose, but she grabbed her hand and hugged her in her arms. In the end, she stretched out her tongue and licked it lightly. It seemed that the cold taste was not good, and she even frowned and turned her face away, and then snored loudly. sleep peacefully.

The woman seemed a little annoyed, and wanted to pull her hand out, but Zhang Chunan suddenly opened a pair of unfocused and sleepy eyes to look at her, looked at her for a while, then tilted her head again: "Fairy?"

The woman snorted softly: "Why, don't you say I am Bai Wuchang?"

Zhang Chunan laughed and said: "You are so pretty, how can you be Bai Wuchang, you should be the daughter of the Jade Emperor."

Although the woman felt good in her heart, she didn't say anything. Instead, she said, "If a drunkard says something, ghosts will believe you."

As she spoke, she reached out to pat the girl's tender cheeks, and said softly: "You are only white." Then she withdrew her hand and stood up, and went to the distance, the veil at the hem of the dress fluttered with the wind , brushed Zhang Chunan's cheek, and went away for a while.

Zhang Chunan lay on the ground with his head tilted, looking at the real or fake stars in front of him, he was dazed by the stars all over the sky, thinking of the beautiful woman who was not stained with dust just now, he couldn't help shaking his head in a drunken way: " Are you dreaming? It must be a dream, otherwise how could I meet such a good-looking person."

After all, he lay down with a plop, and then fell asleep.After sleeping until midnight, Fu found her master's muddy boots, put her pillow on her head and fell asleep again.

Not long after the Xuanwumen incident, the new emperor Li Shimin couldn't sleep at night, and rumors of ghosts haunting the palace spread. Zhang Chunan's hard days finally came to an end. After years of bluffing and deceiving, he followed his master into the palace.

After the master walked around the palace, he didn't see any so-called fierce ghosts. However, if he told the emperor, it would undoubtedly mean that the emperor had done something wrong and was suspicious of ghosts. It was about to lose their heads. The master and the apprentice met for a long time to discuss. Zhang Chunan recalled the anecdote of that night. Although he was not sure whether it was a dream or not, it was the only way to go. She was naturally articulate, so she came before the emperor. , I compiled what I saw and heard that day as the first time I met tonight, and described the woman, and the story was as touching as a folk legend. Not only did the emperor believe it, but even the eunuchs in the harem were moved by her, and they all told the story. to the letter.

So the woman was enshrined as a fairy and built a temple. Zhang Chunan, a little liar with only one pair of eyes, became a nondescript celestial master, got the emperor's award, and left the palace happily.

When she left the palace, she was still that sparrow, eating and drinking with her master all day long, she used up all the money in her hand, and went on to live her idle life.After a few months of this kind of time, she actually felt a little lonely. When she thought of the touch of that beauty stretched out a pair of slender hands to touch her cheeks in the breeze that night, there was a subtle itchy feeling on her face, which she couldn't forget. .

After a few months of being in a daze, she was walking in the bustling market in Chang'an, and she saw a white shadow passing through the crowd in the vast crowd, but the crowd was still as usual, buying and selling, yelling and chatting were still the same, and there was no one there. One person saw the shadow passing by, Zhang Chunan's heart moved slightly, he hurriedly squeezed through the crowd to follow the ethereal figure of the woman, pushed and shouted for a few steps in the crowd, finally caught up, but the shadow disappeared again.

Zhang Chunan muttered to himself: "No way, is it really a dream?"

Could it be that she missed the little fairy daughter in her dream and had come up with hallucinations?

However, just before she was about to leave in disappointment, she suddenly had a shock and saw a beautiful woman standing in a temple not far away, looking up at the clay statue.I saw a simple and beautiful flower hairpin on her head, and her white dress was ethereal like a fairy, but unfortunately, the sleeves were originally wide and flowing with the wind, but for some reason, a corner was missing, and it was very tattered and ugly. It doesn't match the image of the fairy as a whole.

Zhang Chunan was distractedly looking at the woman's beautiful back, but saw the woman suddenly turned her head to look at her, her red lips were slightly pursed, as if she was dissatisfied: "How did you make me look like this?" ugly?"

In an instant, the temple was filled with incense, and the vast sea of ​​people was noisy and crowded, all of which disappeared from Zhang Chunan's vision the moment she looked back.

What a beautiful person.

Heart is beating.

The beating sound was like a drum, and a restless heart seemed to be about to break through the chest.

The ruffian smile on Zhang Chunan's face was somewhat awkward, and he said timidly, "Little lady?"