The Devil and the Flower

Dark clouds rolled in, blade-like lightning pierced the sky, only the rumbling thunder was heard, and heavy rain poured down.

"Wow, the rain is coming so fast!"

Everyone rushed into the inn together, Wu Congshan shook his sleeves, and Wu Congying wiped his face carefully.

Li Mianxi and Lin Yanlan walked over to talk to the shopkeeper, Wu Shuangya took a seat first and waved to them.

Jiang Huan just walked last, splashed some water on his body, didn't pay much attention, but a good-looking hand stretched out and handed him a snow-white handkerchief.

Jiang Huan smiled, "Daojun, didn't Miss Lin just give you this?"

Feng Yueci coughed twice and said, "I didn't get wet."

Just now Jiang Huan stood behind him and walked, intentionally protecting him from the rain.

Jiang Huan stared at him for a moment, then sighed inexplicably.

Feng Yue called out: "Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Huan felt that Feng Yueci had a strange aura, a group of people just wanted to protect him, even he didn't realize it several times, and subconsciously joined the ranks of "everyone is responsible for caring for delicate flowers"... Could it be true? Fascinated by beauty?

Not to not to be.

Jiang Huan was very clear-headed.

"Senior Jiang, Mr. Dao is waiting for you to take over the handkerchief!" Li Mianxi came out from behind, poked his shoulder, and said nervously.

Jiang Huan took the handkerchief, and smiled at Feng Yueci, "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted, thank you, Taoist Lord."

Feng Yueci nodded, and when he walked over, he naturally put back the crooked tables and chairs in the middle of the road, and then sat down next to Wu Shuangya. His every move was dignified and elegant, and the word "education" was engraved in his bones.

There were quite a few people sheltering from the rain in the inn, and they were noisy and noisy at first, but now their voices gradually became quieter, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

Jiang Huan was startled.

Li Mianxi scratched her head and said in a low voice, "Senior Jiang, although Taoist Lord is good-looking, you can't look at it so blatantly... We all watched it secretly!"

Jiang Huan patted his head and said in thought: "Have you Taoist masters ever practiced ways to charm the mind?"

When Li Mianxi heard it, he immediately raised his voice: "What are you talking about!" Then, he muttered again, "Senior Jiang, does the Taoist Lord need to use spells for his charming mind? He just needs to smile... "

Realizing that she slipped a word, Li Mianxi hurriedly covered her mouth and walked away.

Feng Yueci never smiled, nor did he pretend to be indifferent.

It's just that one is born with a pure heart and cultivates freedom.

He entered the palace on foot when he was young, and lived alone for 16 years.The four seasons are cold and hot, the flowers bloom and fall, and the ignorant child turns into a handsome young man. He grows up quietly in the library, reading all the mortals in the book without being touched by the mortal world.

What does such a person think about every day?

Others can't understand him, and he can't understand others.

What about sorrow and joy, crying and laughing?

Jiang Huan came over and knocked on the table very seriously: "Hey Daojun, I have something to ask you."

Feng Yue said, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Huan: "Can you laugh? What does it look like when you smile?"

The eyes of the juniors lit up, suppressing their excitement, and pretending to talk to each other, but they were all secretly looking at them.

Jiang Huan was not the first person to be curious, but he was the first person to ask such a straightforward question.

Feng Yueci turned around and took the tea from Xiaoer, put it on the table, and said softly, "Mr. Jiang, can you cry? What does it look like when you cry?"

Jiang Huan was dumbfounded.

Before he was sensible, he didn't know, but now, no matter how difficult, tired, bitter or painful, he has never shed a single tear.

Feng Yueci's rhetorical question stumped him.

The juniors used their teacups to cover their drooping mouths—another student who has not yet succeeded in his studies, will he still see Daoist smile in his lifetime?

Lin Yanlan said with a smile: "You have been tossing around for so long, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Don't look at Daojun, he has fasted in his early years, and he is not in good health now. At most, drink some medicinal fruit clear dew. You can order it yourself. "

Jiang Huan expressed sympathy from the bottom of his heart, "It's not good to eat or drink, it's such a miserable life."

"What do you know! Daojun can cook all the delicacies in the world by himself, but he is not greedy for appetite!" Wu Shuangya pushed back, and found that everyone was staring at him, and immediately reacted, saying: "My brother said it. You guys are stupid, Huaxia Academy has a collection of tens of millions of books, of course there are recipes!"

"..."

Jiang Huan felt the feeling of being shrouded in the light of the god of learning for a long time, so he said aloud: "Since there are tens of millions of books, is there a picture book of erotic palace?"

"Pfft...cough cough cough!" A table of people sprayed rice, choked water, and all the aristocratic demeanor disappeared.

Wu Shuangya blushed, stood up and slapped the table and shouted: "Shameless man! I will beat you to death!"

The whole inn was shaken by his loud voice.

Jiang Huan carelessly set the table up, without lifting his head, Wu Shuangya felt a strong force coming, and forced him to sit down, his forehead hit the table with a "bang", the pain caused him to burst into tears instantly.

Wu Congying's heart was awe-inspiring, he didn't even see when Jiang Huan made his move.

Wu Shuangya covered his head: "You!"

Jiang Huan drank tea and smiled: "Little friend, I advise you to be kind."

"..." A group of people were a little scared by him.

Feng Yueci listened to them quietly, his eyes fell on a red flower that was knocked down by the rain outside the window.

Jiang Huan raised his eyebrows: "Dao Jun, you have read a lot of books, and you say that there is no distinction between high and low, so naturally you won't be left with erotic books?"

Feng Yue resigned and replied: "There are seven emotions and six desires in human beings, and there are all things that cannot be seen directly, but the only thing that should not be seen is indecent."

He is innocent in mind, with clear brows and clear eyes, no external objects in his heart, and a natural appearance.

Everyone looked at him, they couldn't help being peaceful and respectful, completely forgetting the messy thoughts brought by the little yellow book.

Jiang Huan was speechless—how can we talk about this topic?

Lin Yanlan, as the only woman present, was not shy at all, she kept laughing, but was calmer than the young men, and finally asked: "Mr. Dao, is there anything outside the window? You have been looking at it since just now. "

Wu Congying said: "Could it be that you discovered something?"

Feng Yueci withdrew his gaze and said, "After dinner, go to bed earlier."

Everyone: "Huh?"

The night fell silently, the heavy rain did not know when it stopped, there were few stars in the sky, and the moon was also covered by dark clouds, only the howling wind kept blowing open the door that was not closed tightly.

Feng Yueci sat at the table, pressed his sleeves, and poured a cup of tea. The tea was steaming, curling up like clouds of smoke.

There was no one inside or outside the room, but he called out, "Young Master Jiang."

There was a light sound from the roof, and a figure floated to the ground with surprise on his face.Jiang Huan said: "I think my concealment skills are pretty good, how did you find out?"

Not only is it good, he has followed countless people and has never been exposed once.

Feng Yue resigned, "Feeling."

Jiang Huan said, "I don't believe it."

Feng Yueci pushed the teacup over and said, "It's windy late at night, don't run around. Since Mr. Jiang is here, please sit down for a while."

Jiang Huan lowered his head and glanced, although he just went out and walked around, but there were no traces of mud and water on his shoes, how did Feng Yueci see it?

The surprise on his face turned into deep thought, leaning against the corner of the table, he said: "I'm most afraid of dealing with the beauty, especially the beauty is very smart, this is the end of the world."

Feng Yueci didn't make any noise, and sat quietly, continuing to read the half-turned book at hand.

Jiang Huan said: "Okay, let me add one more thing, the beauty doesn't care about people."

"Young Master Jiang," Feng Yueci said in a very soft voice, "quiet."

As expected, men are all visual animals. At this moment, Jiang Huan actually felt that no matter what Feng Yueci said, he would never refuse.

Feng Yue resigned from reading, and Jiang Huan stared at the person reading.

After about half an hour, the night became darker and darker, and there was a faint sweet and sticky aroma in the wind.

Jiang Huan said: "The smell of blood."

Feng Yueci closed the book: "No, it's Wushenghua."

"Ding dong ding dong——" Qingniu appeared amidst the sound of the bell, Feng Yueci sat on its back and let it run outside.

Jiang Huan followed steadily, and saw that he was walking leisurely, but he was able to drive with Qingniu. He asked as he walked, "Wushenghua, are these the flowers you saw when you were eating? I just went over there for a while. lock up."

Feng Yueci was about to return to him, but he tilted his head, coughed uncontrollably, his voice became lower and lower, as if he was going to die in the next second.

Qingniu stopped, shook his head, and called out "moo".

Jiang Huan sighed, stretched out his hand, and covered his fallen snow-white fur coat.

The ghost knows why he brought it out.

Feng Yueci thanked in a low voice, and fastened the belt in front of his collar: "In the past, the demon king created the Wonderland of Four Nothings. Does Young Master Jiang know what 'Four Nothings' is?"

Jiang Huan gave a "tsk" sound: "Mr. Dao, this kind of compulsory exam questions can only be given to the children of Huaxia Academy."

"Impermanence, no form, no birth, no extinction." Feng Yue covered his lips, coughed twice, and said: "The Nine Heavens Tower is unattainable, and no one else can covet it. The four wonders are close at hand, anytime, anywhere enter."

"It seems that Emperor Jiang and the Demon King have completely different temperaments." Jiang Huan couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart when he saw that he was more sickly than Chuxue, and looked away, "You mean to say that this place can enter the legendary world of four wonders. ?”

"Mr. Jiang is extremely intelligent." Feng Yueci looked up and looked around, and said, "It is recorded in the book that when the Yin Demon fell, Wusheng flowers bloomed everywhere, and no one could see his body and soul. Now, after 3000 years, Wusheng Blossoms reappear, and the demons of yin have returned."

Jiang Huan changed his mind, and said: "I understand, Li Mianxi and the others mistakenly entered the Four Wonderlands, not some nameless town!"

It is impermanent, so it is uncertain, it has no phase, so it is unclear, it has no birth, so it is not there, and it has no extinction, so it does not disperse.

"Exactly." Feng Yueci bent down, picked up a bright red petal with his pale fingertips, "This is a city within a city."

Jiang Huan felt more and more that he came here for another purpose, not just to find someone, so he twitched his lips and asked, "Does the Taoist know how to re-enter?"

Before Feng Yue could answer, a voice came from a distance: "Second Young Master! Don't run away! Miss Lin, why did he go crazy after three days? Think of a way!"

The young man in the orange robe came galloping with his teeth and claws open, he raised his head, his eyes were expressionless, only a faint light flickered, it was indescribably eerie and strange!