Merry little roll

The wooden window shakes, the breeze blows through the gap, and the bell on the eaves vibrates slightly.

A few small sparrows were chirping at the top of the tree, carrying the moisture of the morning, and the leaves fluttered and fell, curling up leisurely and comfortably.

In the Wuli cloud and mist, there is a carefree and chivalrous spirit.

The young man in black gradually opened his eyes, his eyelids fluttering, and the young and handsome outline was quietly coated with a layer of golden warmth by the morning light.

Shao Xiao habitually stretched out his hand, and slowly groped to the side of the bed until he felt the cold and heavy Xuanjian in his palm. He covered his mouth with his hand and let the yawn slowly slip away between his fingers. turned over.

"Fuck!"

The young man was so frightened by the face suddenly pouring into his eyes that he jumped up and sat up, playing three bombs on the soft bed.

A beautiful morning starts with scolding.

"Who is this?"

Shao Xiao held his breath, and slowly lowered his head, trying to see clearly the outline hidden in the depths of the bed.

The first thing that catches the eye is pure white and flawless smoothness. Shao Xiao blinked, and it took him a long time to realize that it was the hair of a strange person in the bed.

He carefully picked up the corner of the quilt, and happened to meet a pair of cold and light blue eyes.

Maybe it was because the eyes were too clear, or the person in front of him was too illusory, the boy in black went stiff, and didn't make another cry.

It's like being wrapped in layers of thin ice with warmth, both warm and cold.

Ping Sheng looked at the stunned young man in front of him, and there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

"Officer, wake up."

The cold and spring-like voice engulfed Shao Xiao's bewildered head. Hearing this voice, he felt as if cold water poured into his head, and his whole body was full of vigor——finally he woke up.

"Red Hijab!"

Shao Xiao pursed his mouth, and slightly frowned his handsome sword eyebrows.

"What kind of virtue did you accumulate in your previous life to look like this!"

I thought it was a god from beyond the sky who came down to earth last night, passing by his bed, and came to stay for a night.

"Thank you for the compliment from the officials." Ping Sheng straightened up, staring straight at the young man in black, without taking his eyes off it.

"Don't be poor, get up, get up!" Shao Xiao didn't dare to look into the depths of Ping Sheng's eyes, and always felt that there was a deep force that made people fall into them, "Didn't you see that brother wants to fold the quilt!"

Ping Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"It turns out that you are so young. Looking at your stature yesterday, I thought you were some kind of uncle or uncle. I never thought you would be about the same age as me!" The white-haired boy said, "You call me brother, and I will forgive you for what you did to me yesterday."

Shao Xiaoxiao looked away.

The kids now.....just owe a slap...

"I'm older than you." Ping Sheng, a demon who has lived for a thousand years, heard someone older than him for the first time, and he laughed angrily.

"Look at the joke." Shao Xiao didn't believe it, and frowned comically, "I see your appearance...your face is too tender."

"You're tender too." Ping Sheng smiled instead of anger, and started directly, "Not only is your face tender, but you are tender everywhere, even tenderer than the new shoots in the field." He put his hand on Shao Xiao's waist, and squeezed , with a sudden pinch.

"Here - the tenderest."

"Red hijab, you are insane!" The boy in black clothes jumped up in fright at the strange touch on his waist, his whole body exploded like a little wolf, and his eyes blazed with anger.

"Ping Sheng." The white-haired boy threw his club there dignifiedly, his whole body was upright and awe-inspiring, as if he was more innocent than the teal duck at the head of the river, "My name is Ping--Sheng."

"Which one is flat, which one is Sheng?" Shao Xiao rubbed his waist back and forth, and secretly cursed the bastard in his heart.

"Life is happy and unrestrained, and the sheng and flute are playing the sheng." The breeze blows, lifting the young man's pure white hair that reflects the shimmer in the morning light.

He was not annoyed when he heard the boy scolding him in his heart.

The one who scolds others is Wang Bazi, so don't argue with him.

"The name is quite nice." Shao Xiao was dazzled by the phrase "Life is happy, Shengxiao bursts", and he was a little dazed, and the boy's face rarely darkened. "They all say that they are happy all their lives, but who can do it? There are too many unavoidable things, even if you play the flute every day, it is rare for a moment to be happy."

"Then, what is Xiaoyao to you?" Relying on his height, Ping Sheng gently tapped the boy's head with his slender hands.

Shao Xiao's black clothes were lifted, he raised his eyes, and the aura around him gradually settled.

What is Happy?

Xiaoyao is the leaves floating freely, the fluff spinning and sinking in the air, the sound of bamboo pipes beating the stream, the sweet air and the swirling air.

Carefree is the freedom and relief from the old man's wrinkles, carefree is the monk's indifferent attachment to the distance, and carefree is the longing of Shao Xiao's soul.

If you can't protect the one you love, but just stand behind and receive the favor, it is bondage.If after being hurt, one just escapes and believes that there is only evil left in the world, it is closed.If you are paranoid and sacrifice yourself bravely for the so-called way of heaven, you are stupid.

Shao Xiao raised his eyes and looked deeply at Ping Sheng. "Xiao-yao, it's my name and...my way."

The petals outside the window are blown into the house by the breeze, swirling on the sandalwood floor, the dust inside the house is ups and downs, swirling in mid-air, the smoke in the incense burner is slowly floating, and the eaves are ringing with copper bells again.

"jingle"

The room was quiet, and the two of them just looked at each other through the smoke and dust, whoever saw through the other's mind, and whoever stepped into whose cloud consciousness.

As if it could last forever.

Jianzong said that idleness is idleness, and that it is compactness is also compactness. In a word, there is no escape from the sentence-the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual.

The clouds and mist dispersed, the trees were verdant, and the clouds roared in midair.The disciples of Jianzong shuttled back and forth in the Wuli cloud and mist. They either went to the library pavilion to the west to meditate and practice, or went to the martial arts training ground to the east to queue up for a martial arts competition.It is rare to meet a few elder-level figures, and they must bow their heads and ask their seniors carefully, eager to grind out even a few fresh spells.

"It's not good, Jing Ao is fighting with others again!"

Before Shao Xiao came out of the house, he heard the commotion from Xishantou, like a house being demolished.The disciples brushed past him and Ping Sheng one after another, rushing to the noisy place, their faces more or less brimming with excitement.

Shao Xiao clenched the Xuanjian in his hand, and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

What kind of trouble is Jing Ao, a thing that dogs don't eat, making trouble again!

Shao Xiao threw the sword into the air, raised his black robe, jumped up lightly, and Yujian flew forward.The blade of the sword swayed, and the damp wind rushed towards the face. Ping Sheng's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the corner of the young man's robe, and the black sword leaped, and the robes of the two of them swelled in the wind.

They floated to the sky above the rocks in the west mountain, and the mountain ash kept rolling upwards. When Pu Lenglen opened his eyes, he found that the crowd on the ground had already been crowded, and it was difficult to move.

"How dare you lie to me, how dare you lie to me!"

The handsome young man raised a rock as tall as others, and threw it out fiercely. The crowd immediately retreated with screams, and the rock was like a huge arrow piercing through the air, hitting the ground with a "bang" and rubbing non-stop. The dust splashed, the sky and the earth swayed, just like the anger that kept bursting out in Jing Ao's eyes.

"Where is 'Little Junior Sister'?"

Jing Ao was like Yan Luo's upper body, his whole eyes were burning with anger, and his red lips and white teeth were stained an abnormal red.

"I-want-kill-him!" He hummed viciously through his teeth.

He approached the crowd step by step, and the disciples shook their heads one after another, more eager than rattles.Someone in the crowd was trembling, and said in a low voice—"Zhushan, Yunhuafang is preparing for the trial meeting at Zhushan, I... I just saw her go there."

The boy turned around, with a vicious Yan Luo smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That's good."

In the north of the main mountain, the colorful clouds float, and the colorful auspicious light hangs down softly to cover the earth.Several huge painted boats appeared on the ground, and their outlines shrouded in auspicious light appeared blurred——Qingshan painted boats, going out of the mountain gate, carrying thousands of children to travel in the clouds.

The shape and temperament of the painting boats are different.There is a ship with a slender body and a sharp bow, painted in bright white as a whole, and the ink-colored materials used in the cabins, like a luxurious ink dripping into pure white water, and the ship is full of poetry.

It is also like a sharp sword waiting to be fired, it will be unsheathed at any time.

The other boat is flat, with a rounded bow, and slightly smaller. Unlike other boats, it has an extra chimney, from which white smoke continuously emerges, curling misty.The mouth of the chimney is silver and white, with floating clouds engraved on it.Into a strong smell of medicine.The hull is light yellow, mostly made of wood.

There are people on the boat constantly transporting medicine tripods and medicinal materials up.

The last one is the smallest, but ingenious and very eye-catching.The whole ship is made of bronze spar, and it looks cold and serious under the sun.A pennant was hung at the front of the cabin, and floating clouds with red background and white lines hung on it, swaying in the wind.

There were also people on the boat constantly directing the people to move onto wooden lacquer boxes, and there was the sound of blunt objects shaking.

Of course, there are some small painting boats following behind. Although the sparrows are small, they must have complete internal organs.They ostentatiously lined up behind the big boat.

Because the spiritual weapon may be worn out during the transmission of spells, everyone chooses the most primitive labor.From a distance, a group of people came clustered around a huge screen, and the bottom of the screen had a spliced ​​template as a base.Despite the wobble, the screen body did not move.

A few Tsing Yis monitored from behind the crowd, at least using spells to ensure the smooth movement.

"boom!"

At this moment, Jing Ao fell from the sky, with a huge momentum smashing a hole in the ground, and boulders jumped out one by one.A heat wave hit the air, exuding the pungent smell of burning.

That person is right here.His scent is here.

Where the hell is he, where is he!

Jing Ao's scorching gaze will sweep over a person, his expression is as if an evil spirit descended to earth.

Everyone couldn't help trembling, and swallowed the senior brother in their mouths.