You Are Too Ugly, I Refuse

Fu Yunzhi held the lantern to inspect the second floor of the Demon Town Tower, and when he was slowly descending the stairs, a gust of cold westerly wind suddenly poured in from the wall window on the tower wall, and blew the copper bell hanging under the window sill.

The vermilion tassels swayed gently in the wind, and when it hit the body of the bell, it made a crisp bell. The bell sounded euphemistically and melodiously, echoing in people's ears.

Fu Yunzhi stopped, walked up to hold the string of bells and looked at it for a while, but when he was about to take it off, he heard a childish voice like a bell: "Daddy, don't pick it—!"

Luo Xiye carried an ever-burning lamp like him, and the warm yellow light fell on the corner of her pale pink skirt, like the warm red of the sky at sunset, and her little fleshy hands, as white as tender jade, held the layer of red from the spiral staircase. Jumping up and down, seeing the young man still kept picking the bell, his face was scorched: "Daddy hung it on Xiye, don't you pick it—"

Fu Yunzhi glanced at the new skirt on her body, heard the words to tease her on purpose, pretended not to hear her words, took down the copper bell, and pinched the red tassel and shook it a few times to deliberately ring the bell.

The little girl pursed her fleshy lips, trying to push the young man away: "Daddy is so bad, this is what Xiye finally put on..."

"Did Xiye really hang it up?" Fu Yunzhi raised his eyebrows, and patted the top of the childish girl's hair with two buns, "Xiye is not half as tall as Daddy, it's really not the little ghost in the pagoda Hang it for you?"

Luo Xiye hid the copper bell behind her back, and ran away quickly, her voice dragged on: "I won't tell Daddy——"

Fu Yunzhi smiled and shook his head, turned to close the wooden window, but caught a glimpse of the moon outside the tower.

The night is clear, the stars are dimmed, and there is not a single cloud in the sky, but it is a pity that half of the cold moon is missing. Even though the moonlight is as clear as frost, it still indicates that this is a sleepless night.

Fu Yunzhi didn't care. He heard that it rained a few days ago in Immortal Realm.

But he was trapped in this square inch of land accompanied by ghosts and ghosts all day long, and the broken sword in the sword mound accompanied by loneliness and coldness. It doesn't matter to him, even if the west wind blows through the thousands of mountains and peaks of Jiuzhou and accidentally enters his pagoda, it will not bring a trace of flower fragrance or a speck of dust.

People living in this tower, even if the moon is full and the stars are shining, they cannot have a peaceful night of sleep.

Floating Cloud Branch closed the window to cover the waning moon, reached into the ever-burning lamp to snuff out the wick, and continued to walk slowly in the darkness with his hands behind his back - he has lived in this tower for tens of thousands of years, even if there is no light, he knows How to get there, this ever-burning light is not for him, but for the wild ghosts who get lost in the tower and can never get out of the tower.

Thinking of this, Fu Yunzhi suddenly felt that he was relatively lucky, at least he had really seen the world outside the tower.

Although only once, even if it was only a glimpse.

When he returned to Zangshu Pavilion, Luo Xiye was holding a picture album and looking at it intently, and she didn't even notice that he came. The string of copper bells he took off earlier was now tied around her waist, shaking slightly .

"Cough cough."

Fu Yunzhi put his hand on the corner of his lips and coughed twice, Luo Xiye came back to his senses, dropped the book and ran towards the young man: "Daddy!"

Fu Yunzhi knelt down and hugged the little meatball that rushed towards him, picked up the album but suddenly found that the album was drawn by him, and had the ability to lead people into illusions, no wonder Luo Xiye was so engrossed in reading it.

"Is it fun in the illusion?"

Luo Xiye shook her head: "Only the scenery is beautiful, and the food inside will not fill your stomach!"

Fu Yunzhi laughed and patted her head: "Silly boy."

"Also, dad, where is this place? It's so beautiful inside!" Luo Xiye pointed to a palace in the picture book that was carefully outlined with vermilion, lead, yellow and black ink.

Fu Yunzhi was startled, took down the book in her hand and said, "I've been there, it's a good place."

Luo Xiye took a breath, and widened her round eyes, which made her even more cute: "Daddy, have you been here before?"

"Of course, how can you draw without going there?" Fu Yunzhi stood up and inserted the album into the bookshelf.

Luo Xiye was even more shocked, and circled around the youth: "Then, that daddy, have you been to all the places in your book?"

Fu Yunzhi smiled and said, "No."

"Daddy, you lied to me, you said you couldn't draw without going there."

"When did I say that?"

"Just now!"

Fu Yunzhi turned her head and leaned over to pinch her small face: "I can draw it even if I haven't been there, but it's not good. Otherwise, why do you think this is the most beautiful place?"

Luo Xiye nodded thoughtfully.

Fu Yunzhi patted her head again, gathered the thin gauze on her body and turned into the side pavilion, said softly: "Xi Ye, Daddy, go to sleep for a while, you can play by yourself."

"Daddy is sleeping again?" Luo Xiye frowned, her mouth pouted, "Daddy won't play with me, so can I go to the tower to play with my brothers and sisters?"

"Ah."

With the approval of the young man, Luo Xiye was very excited: "Then Daddy Xiye is gone!"

Fu Yunzhi closed his eyes and said again: "Yes."

But in my heart, I was thinking that children have a lot of interests. She has been playing in this tower for 4 years, but she still hasn’t gotten tired of it. He only stayed in the tower for 3000 years, and he was going crazy. He had to sleep like a mortal. day.

The pagoda does not know the spring and autumn, so it is necessary to sleep through the four seasons; the pagoda does not see the spring and autumn, so it is necessary for him to seal the beauty of the six worlds with a pen, for a glimpse of ten thousand years, and keep it as a proof of nostalgia in the future.

Luo Xiye scratched the door, looked at the side pavilion where Fu Yunzhi was sleeping, and found that her father had really gone in, then went back to the place where the young man had just put the books, and took out the book she had just read and another new book , carrying the ever-burning lamp, walked out of the Library Pavilion, and ran towards the top of the tower with short legs.

When I ran to the four-story tower, suddenly another pale hand stuck out from the door, blocking Luo Xiye's way, a female ghost dressed in white, with a face like paper, looked at the childish girl and said timidly: "Miss Xiye... "

Luo Xiye stopped in her tracks, took out the new book she was holding and put it in the hands of the female ghost, and said with a smile: "The new dress is very beautiful, thank you sister Bai! This is Daddy's new painting "Wanchuan", I will go in and play." Passed, there are many good-looking brothers in there!"

"Thank you, Ms. Xiye, thank you, Ms. Xiye..." The female ghost held the album in both hands, and hurriedly apologized. The white clothes gradually disappeared into the darkness, but her voice continued, "If I can get a peach blossom as a hairpin, it will look even better... "

Luo Xiye frowned and thought about the female ghost's words, pursed her lips and continued to run towards the top of the tower, and then stopped at the door on the ninth floor, and whispered inside: "Ninth brother... are you there..."

There was a sound of chains dragging while walking inside the door, and Luo Xiye knew that brother Jun inside was not sick today and could play with her when she heard this sound.Sure enough, after a while she heard Brother Ninth's gentle and pleasant voice: "Xi Ye, come in."

After Luo Xiye heard the words, she lifted her skirt and entered the door with confidence. When she looked up, Brother Nine was sitting on the big stone chair and smiling at her.

"Ninth Brother!" Luo Xiye ran to the man's knee with the book in her hands, hugging his thigh.

The man picked her up with a smile, untied the two buns on her head and braided her hair: "Your father is sleeping again?"

"Yeah." Luo Xiye leaned in his arms with peace of mind, casually flipping through the picture album, "Daddy won't play with me anymore."

"That's because your father is tired. When Xiye is lonely, come and play with me." The man smiled, and glanced at the new skirt on the childish girl, "Have you got a new skirt?"

Luo Xiye smiled and said, "Yes! This is a dress I exchanged with Daddy's new painting for Sister Bai. It's so beautiful! Sister Bai likes to play in the illusion. Brother Nine, shall we go play here today? "

"Where to-"

The man was about to respond, but when he saw the palace surrounded by peach blossoms in the album, the smile on his face suddenly stopped, and his voice stopped abruptly.

But Luo Xiye, who was muttering with her head down, didn't notice anything, and continued: "Daddy said this is a place he has been to, and the paintings inside are beautiful, even more beautiful than the illusions in other books."

"……it is good."

The man was silent for a while before making a sound, his voice became a little hoarse. After taking the book and looking at the cover, there were three beautiful words written on the left side: When Feng Chunxue entered the illusion, the first thing that caught his eye was not the golden and emerald beauty. The sun-like palace, but the sudden beauty and red, ten li peach blossoms.

He held the child's hand and stood under the peach blossom tree. Looking at the ten-mile flower road in front of him, he hesitated to take a step, for fear of crushing this dreamlike illusion, but the flowers move first when people don't move. The lingering fragrance of peach blossoms wafted into her collar, Luo Xiye broke away from his hand and ran forward with a smile, the bell hanging on her waist rang crisply, and the skirt fluttered between her small steps He picked up a few peach blossoms and slowly fell to his white robe hanging to the ground, lying on it lightly, as if the white robe was covered with blood.

There are more and more scorching red falling on the thousands of branches, almost like spring, the quiet flower fragrance overflows in the wind, the man takes a deep breath, absorbs the fragrance in the wind into the heart and lungs, and relieves the lovesickness lingering in the flesh and blood , I want to remember this rare sight.

The man looked down at the dots of bright red, but suddenly appeared in front of him a snow-colored hem embroidered with a few dead branches, swaying gently in the wind, stirring the heartstrings of others bit by bit, and it didn't disappear even after opening and closing his eyes repeatedly.

Silently, peach blossoms fell on his shoulders quietly.The man was hanging by his side, clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that the blooming peach blossom would wither accidentally, and the farewell was instant.

"Your Majesty..."

He didn't want to raise his head, but someone wanted to ask him to raise his head.

Hearing this familiar voice, the man's eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately raised his eyes to look forward, but there was no more peach blossoms in front of him, nor did he see the young man among the flowers, only the flying snow in the sky, like a lonely thousand mountains It was snowing, and it was so cold that it was unbearably shivering.

He took a few steps back tremblingly, but stepped on a dead branch under his feet. When he lowered his head and turned around to pick up the dead branch, the snow-colored hem stepped into his eyes again, and it was blurred instantly. his sight.

His eyes were a little sore, he raised his eyes and looked forward again, but this time the young man did not disappear, standing not far away with a smile, behind him was an extremely beautiful ten-mile peach blossom.

He stared blankly at the young man, the corners of his lips were slowly rolled up, but the side of his face was full of tears, the uninterrupted breeze took away the fragrance of peach blossoms, and also dissipated his muttering: "Teacher..."