The wind of the thunderbolt

Nanfeng Bujing felt tired from running around in the past few days.Today, the wind is high in spring, and I leaned on the table with my hands on my head, and mellow peach blossom wine was brewed beside the table. The wine was full of fragrance and colorful flowers.Looking up at the sunset, the clouds slowly disperse, and the tired birds return to their nests.

In front of me is still the dense peach blossom forest, and in front of me is still the shameless person.Nanfeng Bujing chanted softly:

"Cook a pot of mountains and rivers, and the smoke will fade away."Frowning lightly, spread peach blossom paper on the table.Next to it, two double-flying love butterflies dance around and live in both places.Looking at the beautiful woman in the distance, he seems to be thinking.

"Drawing a place where the spring flowers are in charge, the time is intertwined." The years are urging people, and 300 years have passed quietly like this.Even though the vicissitudes of life have long been here, I still walk alone.When the wind picked up, the peach branches swayed, and the spring breeze blew two or three rows down, and a petal like a firefly fell into the wine glass.

"Gather a piece of vicissitudes of life, and turn it into a gilt cup." Nanfeng Bujing held up his wine glass to respect the Xiangling in the distance, and the wine splashed on the bluestone board for a while. When will you be able to drink with me?

"Looking at the gaze is farewell, looking back at the years", maybe it has been painted thousands of times to have such a similar charm.I saw him dabbing and dyeing ink, rolling up his sleeves and raising his pen.The outline of the beautiful woman is vivid on the paper.

"Sweeping a stroke of a thousand forests is charming, unworldly and romantic!" Suddenly, another gust of spring breeze blows, pressing down two lines of peach branches and dew, and a drop of water falls on the paper, as if mocking his sentimentality.Nanfeng Bujing was furious, and knocked Yu Qinghuan away with his palm.

"Hmph, at this time of day, you are not allowed to appear in front of my eyes." With a light dance of hands, the old paper has already been replaced with the new peach blossom paper.I vowed to outline her figure with flawless pen and paper.

After a few days, tidy up your mood.Nanfeng Bujing went to the back mountain alone to write emerald greens.Seeing that lonely figure finally disappear in the depths of the peach forest.Yu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the sudden change in the past few days, the feeling of falling into the abyss was so oppressive that I couldn't breathe, so I took a broom to clean it for a while.Stopping to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looking at this stone statue that looked like a real person, he couldn't help but say to himself: "Seeing how this madman cherishes this stone statue so much, I don't know what kind of story there is." Suddenly thinking of Xiao Ribiao, I don't know what happened to him? Did he wake up? Will he look for himself everywhere after waking up?Thinking of this, I am heartbroken.The old face was full of tears.

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I cry when I look at this stone statue? Is the stone statue also sad for me?" Just as he was about to approach the stone statue, the throat ring on the jade neck shrank tighter and tighter, and the steel needle inside the ring Piercing into the flesh, blood flowed profusely.The sudden pain made Yu Qing scream out in pain, and she took a few steps back before standing still, and the throat ring miraculously swelled back to its original size.

"Do you have to suffer to know the pain?" Even though he was far behind the mountain, even a small movement here could not be hidden from his eyes and ears.Nan Feng Bujing, who rushed back, sarcastically said.

Yu Qinghuan was bitter: "Torturing people like this, what good will it do you?"

"Ha", facing the stone statue, lightly touched Yi Ren's face and replied, "What harm will it do to me?"

Yu Qinghuan asked the question deep in her heart: "What does this stone statue have to do with you?"

Nanfeng Bujing drew Yi Ren's cherry lips, and replied after a while: "The meaning you can't understand, why should I say more to you!"

"What is the origin of this stone statue? It seems to be alive, I seem to be able to feel her..." After a pause, Yu Qinghuan expressed his feelings in his heart, "As long as I look at this stone statue, I can feel the irresistible feeling. sadness."

"You can feel the message she conveyed!" Nan Feng Bujing's body trembled violently, and his tone was slightly ferocious: "How can you feel it! How can you!" In the blink of an eye.Nanfeng Bujing went straight to Yu Qinghuan's throat—"I don't allow you to feel it! I don't allow it!" Evil was about to end Yu Qinghuan's life.Looking at the face that was slightly similar to the stone statue, Nan Feng Bujing felt disappointed and restrained himself a little bit.

"Ah~" Yu Qinghuan fell to the ground in response, but fainted.

"Haha...I want to save you" Nanfeng Bujing yelled at the stone statue girl, "I will definitely save you! Only I, Nanfeng Bujing, can save you in this world! Next, I will use the Qishen Needle! Wait for me!"

After all, the south wind does not compete to fly away from the six out of Piaoying.

-----------------------------------I am the dividing line of life-saving ------------ --------------------