Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

The gate of heaven is wide open, and there are many mysterious clouds.Let the wind drive away, and the rain sprinkle the beautiful dust.

You fly back to Kyushu, and fly high to control Yin and Yang.The spirit clothes are quilted, and the jade pendants are indistinct.One yin and one yang, no one knows.

Fold the hemp to present Yaohua, and leave the old Ran Xi to be more and more sparse.

Weijun rides on a dragon, rattles and rattles, and gallops high into the sky.

Osmanthus knots, Qiang thinks and worries.

What a worry!There is nothing wrong with the original.

There is a right to one's life, which one can be separated and reunited? ①

Difficult roads and blue strands, overcoming thorns and thorns.Eat the wind and drink the dew, and be displaced.No complaints, just for the unswerving.

No complaints, unswerving determination?

No no, maybe just had to move on.

There is no retreat, no other way.

After traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, vast deserts, and Gobi tidal flats, the body is already tired and exhausted.It was as if the mind was filled with feathers, and the gaps in the flocculent shimmered with icy light, which made people unable to think about whether there was really a guidance that fell from the sky or came from the depths of the nether world.The urgent call is close to the ears and far away in the clouds, but what does all that have to do with me?

I can't tell whether the heart that is still beating seems to have experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and has to curl up into a hard stone, as if abandoning itself and not wanting to give the outside world any more response.

Even the fluctuations in my heart are like falling into a bottomless well, and I can't wait for a slight echo.

Ouyang Ting stared at the black gauze curtain in front of his eyes.The curtains are heavy, hanging solemnly and rigidly, there is no light and graceful flutter, no incense and birds singing, and the dead air is condensed into balls.

"Mr. Xing is awake." An extremely indifferent voice revealed a bone-piercing withering coldness.

Feeling that it's not polite to lie down carelessly with someone beside him, Ouyang Ting sat up reluctantly, his whole body ached like being broken up and put on again.Holding a certain bony hand and sitting down, Ouyang Ting hesitated for a moment, but took a drink from the cup.Swallowing the saliva with difficulty, the throat was still dry and tight.

Turning around to look around, the window is close to the roof of the hall with double eaves and verandas, and the ink-colored glaze is sealed with mountain flowers, which looks really solemn and solemn.The room I am in is also decorated in general tones, the beams and columns don't have too many decorations, there is a single couch and two seats, and the seats are small.In addition, there are candlesticks, screens and other things, but they are too dark and dark, which has already surpassed the "frigid wind" and reached the point of "ghostly".

Ouyang Ting, who was still unclear about the situation, simply did not speak, and only slightly nodded in gratitude.

"Mr. Xing doesn't need to be too polite." The skinny man like a skeleton didn't show any special expression, he just glanced at him plainly and said, "I've talked about this way before, and I'm doomed to fail. Now that I've experienced it myself, is it credible now? "

Ouyang Ting, who felt that it was best not to speak, lowered his head, and instead calmly motioned for another drink.

"But it's really embarrassing now, Lord Kang Su Xing can't return to his place." The man took back the cup and didn't hand it back, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.Then he pretended to shake his head deeply and frowned, seeing that Ouyang Ting didn't respond, he let go of his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a special hint of sarcasm, "But so what? Anyway, it should be a headache for the Emperor of Heaven. "

Ouyang Ting pursed his lips, and seriously considered asking for another glass of water.It's not that I want to break the determination of this awkward chatter, but that he is really thirsty.

The other party walked away slowly, and suddenly turned around and sat on the seat opposite him.Immediately, the upper body was straight and straight, with both hands on the knees, a pair of bottomless black eyes looked at him and said in a deep voice: "Today, Mr. Xing still insists on the choice of the day?"

Ouyang Ting looked at his suddenly dignified temperament, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm hungry and thirsty, it's not appropriate to talk about things."

The man squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I didn't notice it for a while, I offended you."

Ouyang Ting found it difficult to continue such a conversation, so he just glanced at him.Make up your mind not to say yes, not to say no.

The man brushed the table with his hand, and a set of tea sets appeared on it.He slowly set up the stove and set a lamp, and said: "Since I don't remember it, why not listen to it again?"

Ouyang Ting moved his arms and legs, and felt that although it was still painful, it was okay to sit upright like him.

The man glanced at him sitting upright, turned his wrist and said softly: "In ancient times, there was a bearded man in Dongyue Mountain. The man was honest, gentle and comfortable, very gratifying."

The corner of Ouyang Ting's mouth twitched, did the standard storytelling really start with "a long, long time ago".

"The gold watch hanging around your neck is huge and heavy, but it can't be damaged at the same time. It's different from all your friends." The man's tone turned slightly, and there was a strange charm in his cadence, "One friend Yuede ③ Said: "The rotten things are useless and superfluous. Why is this so?" Lang Jun replied: "It's been a long time, and it's always." "

Speaking of this, the man took a small bunch of tea and put it in a cup, and looked at Ouyang Ting with a smile.Ouyang Ting raised his eyebrows, indicating that he was still listening.The man nodded slightly and continued: "On a certain day, Mr. Lang's birthday, all the friends congratulate you. Yuede presents a golden box in a clever box, and binds a colorful silk. Mr. Lang enlightened it and looked at it——"

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, Ouyang Ting twitched the corner of his mouth again, and asked cooperatively: "Then?"

The man seemed satisfied, smiled very quickly and said: "There is a watch in the box, beautiful and exquisite, and the time is right."

Ouyang Ting smacked his lips and looked at the cup of tea in his hand: "The bearded man must be very happy."

The man nodded and said: "Mr. Lang couldn't help being overjoyed, he wore a new watch and walked away to show others. ④"

Whether talking or making tea, they all suddenly stopped at this moment.

Ouyang Ting looked up at the other party who suddenly looked serious: "Huh?"

The man turned his eyes to the teacup in his hand and said, "What do Xing Jun think?"

"... not so much."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Could it be that this story won't please Xingjun."

Ouyang Ting saw that he was unwilling to let it go and would not give him food, so he said: "There are several obvious logical problems in this story."

The man pushed the porcelain cup in front of him: "Sheep can also have many friends, does Mr. Xing think otherwise?"

"That's not true." Ouyang Ting took another sip as he wished, and felt that the tea was steaming, gradually warming his cold and aching body, "Friends are of different kinds, the more the better."

The man glanced at him and waved again, another bowl of porridge appeared on the small table: "Don't blame Xingjun, you can eat very few people at this moment."

Ouyang Ting didn't mind either, he nodded his thanks and praised with a spoonful: "Delicious."

The man smiled slightly, with a bit of warmth on his skinny face: "The taste of flesh and blood is indeed unforgettable."

Ouyang Ting wisely did not intend to ask what kind of "bone" or "meat", just eat up this thing that is obviously very nourishing to the body first.

The man waited for him to use it and said: "The story--could it be that Mr. Xing is also confused by Mr. Yang wearing a watch?"

"It's really heavy and laborious to wear a watch that doesn't work." Ouyang Ting took the silk handkerchief he handed over and wiped his mouth, "But the sheep doesn't say anything, he's used to it. Whether it's good or bad, he got used to."

The man sighed: "Mr. Xing is very different this time."

"How was it before?" Ouyang Ting lacked interest, "Could it be that I must ask who is Mr. Yang and who is Mr. Rabbit?"

The man said, "Naturally. But what you want to know most is the watch."

Is Fable the most annoying one?It is best to lie down and catch up on a full stomach.Ouyang Ting yawned impulsively: "Yes, this is the biggest problem of this story."

"Oh?"

"You, an oriental character with extremely typical clothes, dress, speech and behavior, told me an ancient story full of profound wisdom in such an antique room, but in the story appeared something that would not have happened in the ancient oriental world. Yes, mechanized watches under Western industrial civilization.”

The man swung his wide sleeves and laughed out loud for the first time: "Yes, that's just a story."

"There are usually metaphors for the sense of coordination of contradictions." Ouyang Ting shrugged, "It's a pity that I don't intend to play any role in the story."

"Mr. Xing has not returned to his throne, but he is still as sharp as ever." The man sighed, "In the past, Mr. Xing was a sheep, Xiao Wang was a rabbit, and the way of heaven was the watch."

"So that's it." Ouyang Ting nodded with a clear face, "It seems that my popularity is not bad, I even have friends in the ghost world."

"Why is Xingjun so humble?" The man restrained his smile and said, "Among all the constellations, only Kangxi holds the order."

In other words, I used to be an uncle of a street office or an aunt of a neighborhood committee, in charge of mediating order?Ouyang Ting really wanted to hold his forehead and sigh.

"In that story, the watch is no longer an old thing, but it is still a watch."

"...So although people are new, they still have to abide by the way of heaven. Whether you like it or not, you can use it or not, the watch is still worn around your neck." Ouyang Ting raised his hand and touched his neck, "but now there is a problem, Still have to ask."

"Please."

"Should I call you Ghost King, or... Da Si Ming." Ouyang Ting tilted his head slightly, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Use Liao to enshrine Sizhong, commanding orders." A look of nostalgia appeared on the man's face, "One Tianzhu from Santai, went to the stage to command orders; Zhongtai Sizhong, was Situ; stepped down to Silu, was Sikongyun. "

"Ming, the star of Wenchang Palace." Ouyang Ting took it very naturally, "The gods who rule life and even life and death are indeed worthy of you."

"...Xiao Wang is confused now." The man rolled up his sleeves, "Should I call you Kangsu Xingjun, or—"

"Ouyang Ting, this one is fine." Ouyang Ting said each word slowly, "Since the ghost king can leave the post of commandant, why should I linger on the position of Star Lord."

"The mountains are south and the water is north, and the bright ones are yang." The ghost king said quietly, "The front yard of the court hall in the palace is where the judgment and law enforcement depend."

Ouyang Ting raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Before going down to the world that day, that's why I got this name."

The ghost king shook his head and said, "You have the character of a star king, but you don't have the ambition of a star king. What's wrong?"

"Borrowing what the Ghost King said earlier—this is a headache for the Emperor of Heaven." Ouyang Ting shrugged, "But I'm still very sorry, the guy who was so foolish and loyal before must not be me."

The ghost king had a smile in his eyes: "Watch Shangfeng's plan come to naught in the end?"

"Otherwise? Do you want me to close my eyes." Ouyang Ting breathed out, "Times have changed. What's more, if the watch on the neck is really the way of heaven, then it is not the emperor of heaven."

"If you can figure this out, all these troubles are not in vain." Ghost King nodded slightly.

Ouyang Ting really wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by a roar.

"Go away! Who dares to stop me?!" The scolding sound was accompanied by seven or eight strange-looking guys crashing in.

How vulnerable is the closed bronze door?Ouyang Ting felt a headache when he saw the person coming.

"Xing Jun, are you okay?" A fairy king kicked the guy who wanted to stop him away again like a red eye, and rushed to his couch like a gust of wind, "Why don't you go back to Kangsu Palace since you're awake?" He just rolled his eyes at the unresponsive guy on the side, "Detain the Star Lord of the Upper Realm?! Ghost King, aren't you a bit too courageous?"

"Before the dead enter reincarnation, they are under the jurisdiction of the ghost world." The ghost king who treated him face to face was not angry, but waved his hand to make the ghost soldiers who were beaten to pieces retreat. It's extremely cloudy, and the air is quite cold, so it's better for Yuxian Jun to be at peace."

Yu Xianjun's face turned pale, but he gave him a hard look: "I don't care what tricks you play, in short, I must take him away!"

The King of Ghosts twitched the corners of his mouth and seemed to be smiling, but it was a pity that he made such a thin face that it was a little scary: "When did Yu Xianjun suffer from ear problems? This king has already said that the dead are all taken care of here. If you really take him out, the world will be in chaos."

Yu Xianjun trembled when he heard the words, his face was like gold paper, he turned his head to stare at Ouyang Ting and said in a trembling voice: "Xing, Xing Jun, what he said—"

What he said seems to make sense.Ouyang Ting pinched his wrist casually, judging from his superficial medical knowledge, he really doesn't have a pulse right now.As for breathing, it seems that it is not so obvious.But other senses are still there—like hunger, thirst, pain, sleepiness, and the like—and seem to be more acute than they were in life.

From this point of view, before I went to Haoqiong Secret Realm in a brain twitch, I died in it, so now I am in the ghost world.The skeleton-like living dead man in front of him is really a ghost king, but...

"Since I have failed, why do I still exist?" Ouyang Ting said.

"No matter what, Kang Su must return to his position." The ghost king did not hide it, "It's better to have a soul guarding the position than nothing."

Ouyang Ting raised his eyebrows, buying and selling by force?

"Besides, this is what Xingjun himself promised." The ghost king interrupted what Yuxianjun wanted to say in time, but quietly winked at Ouyang Ting, "Who in the six realms doesn't know, Xingjun made a promise?"

"I don't care about this! Isn't it good to be Ouyang Ting in the lower realm?!" Yu Xianjun stretched out his hand and pulled Ouyang Ting up, "I said that the Emperor of Heaven did not behave properly, and you still obey orders."

"... How many times have I been Ouyang Ting?" Ouyang Ting, who was forced to go out, turned around and only had time to ask again.

"Maybe once, maybe many times." A smile flashed in the ghost king's eyes very quickly, "Maybe never, maybe... always."

The author has something to say: ① This paragraph is taken from the chapter "Da Si Ming" in "Chu Songs", and once again forcibly impresses the customs of the Chu land of Dr. Sanlu.

②The volume of "Shu Yi Ji" written by Liang Renfang in the Southern Dynasty contains: "The ancients said: the sheep is called a bearded man, and it is also called a blue bird."

③In ancient times, there was a legend of the jade rabbit pounding medicine in the middle of the moon, so Mr. Rabbit was also called "Moon Essence" and "Moon Virtue".For example, in the "White Rabbit Watch of the King of Qi" written by Yu Xin in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, there is the phrase "the symbol of the moon and the virtue, and the gold and gold to express the auspiciousness".

④ This story was not created by Lao L. It is taken from Chapter 7 of Haruki Murakami's "Let's Listen to the Wind Sing".