she loves foxes

A road, from silence to prosperity, from deserted to bustling with people, is only a cup of tea.

But in fact, these are actually just a thought.

Fan Ye didn't know who the owner of this dream was.Meng Ling refused to let this person wake up from the dream, so they couldn't leave.

Fan Ye's heart was quite heavy, and his steps were extremely slow.

In a blink of an eye, I came to a very lively alley. The alley was not wide at all, and the streets on both sides were still crowded with vendors.

Lan ruthlessly poked his head out of Fan Ye's arms, tilted his nose and sniffed the air. "Meat is the taste of meat."

Fan Ye quietly covered Lan Wuqing's head with his sleeves, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "Although it's a dream, you should be careful. After all, this is someone else's dream. You are not supposed to appear in this dream." Our appearance was purely accidental. If there is any deviation in this dream, we may never be able to get out."

Lan Wuqing's eyes darkened, she shook her head angrily, and said with a snort, "Didn't you say that Mengling refused to wake up that man's dream? Then how can we get out?"

"Mengling won't let me, but what if the owner of the dream wants to wake up? Can she stop it? She's just a dream weaver. It's a dream, and there will always be a time to wake up."

Lan Wuqing paused for a while, "Then do you know who is the owner of this dream?"

Fan Ye smiled softly, "I don't know."

"Then what you said is the same as if you didn't say it? Could Meng Ling tell you who is the owner of this dream? Or will the owner of this dream come over and tell you himself?"

"Neither. But since we have entered this dream, we will definitely meet the owner of this dream."

"Then when will we meet?"

"Well, a silly fox is a silly fox. When you dream, who do you think will appear the most in your dreams?"

Lan Wuqing opened his mouth and answered, "Of course it's me."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly understood, "That's right! This person will appear frequently, and we will definitely meet him."

"Ruzi can be taught."

Lan Ruqing's stomach was still making uncontrollable gurgling noises, and the pedestrians on the side cast strange glances at Fan Ye.

Fan Ye didn't care at all, and walked straight to the end of the alley.

Lan ruthlessly rubbed her stomach, "I don't care if you teach me or not, I'm going to starve to death. I can't stop people from being full in my dreams, right? Did you agree to buy me chicken?"

"Although it is a dream, we entered this dream by mistake, and we spent real money on things."

Lan Wuqing immediately raised his head, "So?"

Fan Ye tore off a small piece of cake and stuffed it into his bosom, "So, bear with it for now."

Lan ruthlessly wanted to throw away the cake, but Fan Ye stopped her and said, "If you throw it away, you will starve to death in this dream. If you don't wake up from this dream, you will never survive. The gods are very friendly, and I can't think that you died in other people's dreams. The hell can't find your soul."

Holding her breath ruthlessly, Lan smashed the cake with her claws, and the crumbs were scattered all over Fan Ye's monk robe.

Fan Ye: "What are you doing?"

Lan Wuqing: "I just like to eat broken cakes, can't I?"

Fan Ye smiled, "It turns out that you like to eat like this, and next time I will crush it for you."

"Bah, bah, I won't eat something bitten by your stingy little nun! Even mice won't eat it."

Fan Ye saw that her mouth was tough, but her body was eating the broken cakes honestly, so he stopped fussing with her.

This alley is bustling and bustling, with countless pedestrians passing by.Fan Ye looked at these people carefully, trying to find the dreamer, but he had no clue.Out of the alley, the most eye-catching thing is a tea house named Avon House.

There are bursts of piano sounds in the building, accompanied by a moving singing.

The singing is moving, but the most moving thing is the words.

"Ye Yudong doesn't know the cold, but at five o'clock, the dream is gone, how can I be sad for a moment. The lover doesn't know when the spring will go, the red gauze curtain, the heart is empty, and the enemy is deeply heartbroken..."

Fan Ye stopped and listened to a song.The words "deeply affectionate and heartbroken" just entered her heart.

The fortune teller at the side saw it, stroked his beard, and leaned forward and said, "All the teahouses are full of literati, and this singing girl is also known as the singing girl Mengniang in the city. Many young talents flock to her, It’s to meet Mengniang and listen to Mengniang’s song. There are also some people who have no ambitions, hoping that their lyrics will be favored by Mengniang and become famous overnight.”

Fan Ye heard it interestingly, so he asked, "What's the name of the song that Miss Meng sang?"

"This song is called Last Dream, and it's composed by a female gentleman in the city."

"Mr. Female?" Fan Ye was a little surprised. He thought it was a genius, but he didn't expect it to be a woman.

Seeing Fan Ye raised his head and met her gaze, the fortune teller couldn't help being startled.There was no smile on his face, and he looked at the Fanye carefully, "Which monastery did the little master practice in?"

Fan Ye made a Buddhist salute and said, "Fa Hui Temple."

The fortune teller clicked tut three times in surprise, "It's actually a little master from Fahui Temple. What a coincidence. I met the host of Fahui Temple many years ago. I didn't expect to meet the little master again today. It's really destined. Hey, I don't know if I should say some things."

Fan Ye said, "Sir, it's okay to say."

The fortune teller frowned and shook his head for a long time, "Since there is fate, then I might as well speak out. Seeing that the little master's face turned black, and there was a cloud of filth between his brows, he may have been haunted by demons for a long time. The little master's eyes are also strange, I'm afraid it was also harmed by that monster."

Fan Ye suppressed a smile and asked again, "So, sir, do you have a way to crack it?"

"It's not that there is no way to crack it, but it needs to spend some money to open the road to immortality."

Fan Ye was puzzled, "What is the road to immortality?"

"If you have money, you can make ghosts turn the millstones. Naturally, all the gods above have to clear it. If you are willing to spend money, I have a way to help you. The incense in Fahui Temple is very prosperous. I don't think the little master will be stingy." You don't even care about your life for this little money?"

As soon as Fanye heard it, he said, "Mr. Nayi, how much money will this need?"

The fortune teller saw Fan Ye asking this question, he couldn't help stroking his beard, squinting his eyes and smiling, "Well, it depends on what kind of dredging method the little master wants. If you just want to save your life, then you only need ten taels of silver. Think about it in the future It takes 50 taels of silver to be free from disease and disaster, but if you want to completely drive away evil spirits and live a long life, you need 100 taels of silver."

Fan Ye nodded, "Ten taels of silver for a life, but the price you ask is not expensive." She said, took off her sleeves, took out a white fluffy ball from her bosom, and held it in front of her face for a closer look. For a moment, "What the master said is true, the poor nun is indeed possessed by monsters. If so, it is this little goblin who tortures people."

She handed Lan Wuqing to the fortune teller, and the fortune teller saw that it was a white fox, or a small one.Touching his beard, he was quite disapproving. "I've counted people's lives for most of their lives. Naturally, the calculations are accurate. You fox, at first glance, is the illusion of a thousand-year-old demon. This demon has killed countless people, and the little master brought it with him. Obviously, he was hit It's black art."

Lan Wuqing couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at the fortune teller, "Damn, who is pestering her, who killed countless people? You are an immortal, talking nonsense."

The first time the fox spoke, the fortune-teller backed away a few steps in fright, leaning his back against the outer wall of Avon Residence, his teeth chattering, "Demon, monster, monster? It's really a monster!"

Fan Ye stepped forward and made a Buddhist salute, and put Lan Wuqing back into his arms, "How can you be disrespectful to the Shangxian? This is a fox fairy who has attained enlightenment, helping the poor nuns to practice all the way. Now you say that the Shangxian is a demon , Mister not only deceives the people, but also is so blind, Amitabha, the poor nun is really heartbroken. The Shangxian has encountered obstacles in his practice recently, and he is already in a bad mood. If the Shangxian wants to punish, the poor nun has no way to persuade him."

After she finished speaking, she gently stroked Lan Wuqing's soft fur, and asked in a low voice, "I don't know how Shangxian wants to punish this person?"

Lan ruthlessly swept her ears with her back paw, "A liar will suffer the pain of having his tongue pulled out in hell. Since we met, we are destined. In order to avoid suffering after death, it is better to be a mute now." She raised her head , and blew on the fortune teller.

The fortune teller panicked and wanted to beg for mercy, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he was speechless.

He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Fan Ye repeatedly.

Fan Ye's face was serious, and it was hard for others to watch. She helped the fortune teller to stand up and explained, "The Shang Immortal is just giving a small precept today. If you can do more good deeds in the future, you will be able to speak again. Amitabha, sir Do it yourself!"

Fan Ye's face was not red and his heart was not beating. After saying these words, he entered the center of Avon.

This Avon Curie is mostly a literati, and when he saw a little nun with a strange appearance coming in, he cast curious eyes.

Fortunately, the mistress of Avon Residence is a flexible person, and he greeted Fan Ye to enter a private room on the second floor.

Fan Ye didn't say anything, took out a piece of silver to the waiter, and ordered some food and wine to be served, no summons, no need to disturb, the rest will be counted as rewards.

When the little girl heard this, she beamed with joy.One word at a time, "Little master, use it slowly."

After the waiter closed the door, Lan Wuqing stretched herself, sat down at the table, reached out and grabbed a chicken leg, and gnawed on it.Then, with a sip of wine, he wolfed down a full cup of tea before asking vaguely, "Aren't you worried about disturbing this dream and not letting Zhang Yang?"

"Although it's a dream, it's not good to lie to others. It's punishment to seal his mouth."

"That's all a blindfold, and it won't work in a long time."

"It doesn't matter. After this scare, he will definitely do good deeds and accumulate virtue. When the time comes, he will naturally believe it."

Lan Wuqing glanced at her, tsk-tsk and shook her head, "It's really unfortunate that Buddhism has a disciple like you."

"At least you are lucky to have met me, otherwise you would have been swallowed by so many goblins so many times."

Lan Wuqing took a big bite of the chicken and snorted, "You don't talk when you eat or sleep, why do you talk too much when eating?"

Fan Ye picked up the tea and took a sip slowly, "Just this once, tomorrow there won't be any chicken legs."

Lan Ruqing heard this, and angrily hugged the whole plate of chicken into her arms.

The author has something to say: 6 There is a cutie who wants to watch the extra episode of Tang Shu and Lan Wushuang

Well, there will be extra episodes, don't worry

Also crabs and crabs like it,

I feel like I'm getting sweeter now, hahaha

Thanks to the little cute fool Chen for the 22 bottles of nutrient solution