Brewmaster

There is a folk saying: If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes.

Only now did Shi Mu realize that this sentence is also applicable to immortals.

The old man in the small village told him not to enter the mountain, because there are wild animals in the mountain.

Immortals are not afraid of wild animals.

So Shi Mu went into the mountains, and now he is asking for trouble.

Why?Because even a fairy has never seen such a clingy tiger!

Originally, finding the white tiger would be regarded as the end of the crisis, and they could continue to enter the mountain, but they didn't expect that the white tiger would follow them.

In fact, it's okay to follow along, Huarong already likes animals, if the white tiger just follows behind, Shi Mu won't mind.

It's just that it isn't.

As long as the two of them rested on the spot for a while, the white tiger would come up and circle around the beautiful face like a big dog.

like now.

The white tiger's long, fluffy tail rolled towards Huarong's body, and bit Huarong's clothes to make Huarong sit down, and then spread it on the ground to let Huarong lie on her stomach.

The fluffy and soft belly, Huarong sank in as soon as she lay down, and it was almost invisible from the side.Such a big white tiger wants to monopolize the beauty!

This time even Shi Mu's approach couldn't scare it away, the white tiger raised its eyes and rubbed against Huarong's body, as if it had a backing.

Besides, Shi Mu didn't want to see this tiger for a second time.

Shi Mu gritted his teeth and stood aside with folded arms, he wanted to take back his words, this white tiger is really disobedient.

On the other hand, Huarong is quite useful.

It's really comfortable to lie on such a big guy.

It's even more interesting to see Shi Mu clenching his hands irritably.

So Huarong rubbed the white tiger's fur again, and the white tiger purred happily.

Shi Mu frowned unhappily.

Probably out of some kind of unexplainable thought.

Quietly pay attention to the other party, watching his every move, every frown and smile, and then my heartstrings also beat along with it.

Finally one day, it was discovered that the other party was the same.

Then, the feelings buried deep in the soil will bloom quietly.

Now the flowers are budding, and the viewers may or may not be aware of them.

Who knows?

It's just that Shi Mu is unhappy, Shi Mu knows it himself, and Hua Rong can see it.

The two of them are well aware of this matter.

So Huarong beckons for Shi Mu to come over.Shi Mu was leaning against a tree on one side, turning his head to look into the distance, out of sight and out of mind.

But from the corner of his eyes, he would always notice—Hua Rong was lying on Bai Hu's body, beckoning to him with a smile, there seemed to be tenderness between her brows.

Shi Mu only felt that he suddenly discovered that the young man he met when he first met seemed to have changed, he was no longer a young man, but had become mature and dignified. I don't know what disappeared the desolation and lifelessness in his eyes between his brows.

Teenagers learn to bury the meaning of revenge deep in their hearts, while the surface appears warm and humble, like melting icebergs and winter snow.

It is just that flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.

It might be the flowers that changed him, or... it might be the people.

Shi Mu didn't want to go there at first, after all, Baihu's presence was too strong.

It's just that Huarong persisted.

Hua Rong just looked at Shi Mu, quietly, Bai Hu closed his eyes, the breeze blew gently, bringing the warmth of the sun and the fragrance of green grass.

Huarong's eyes are deep and far away, they are deep black, but Shi Mu can always see himself from the bottom of his eyes. He is dressed in red, and Huarong's eyes spread crimson. There was a deep red mist in his eyes.

With some kind of delusion.

It's like something lures you into the abyss.

Is this how it feels to be watched?

Shi Mu is a fairy, he is high and supreme, he is the most popular when he was born, and he is the most coquettish, no one dares to look at him directly, and no one can look at him directly.

And he never returned the slightest extra glance.

Huarong is the first and only one.

Huarong can look directly at the immortal, directly at this immortal.

Only Huarong can.

So for the first time, Shi Mu experienced the feeling of being watched seriously.

It doesn't feel bad.

For a moment, Shi Mu didn't have any desire to speak, he just wanted to obey this person, this person who was looking at him.

Shi Mu suddenly remembered that in the beginning, that time that seemed to have passed for a long time, Hua Rong also had the same reaction, just like him, it was blank, and he didn't know why.

Because he looked at him.

Is that what his eyes look like?

It has been like this since then.

Shi Mu smiled, what is a white tiger.

When Shi Mu approached Huarong, he suddenly remembered a sentence, the living can die, and the dead can live. The last sentence, what is it...

By the way, love doesn't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live.

The word love is really powerful.

Shi Mu sat down beside Huarong, and leaned against the white tiger, the soft fur was really comfortable.

Huarong pulls Shi Mu to lie down.

Bai Hu trembled subconsciously, it seemed that he was seriously frightened.

Huarong patted the white tiger to comfort it, the white tiger made a cheerful grunt in its stomach, and then it became quiet again.

Shi Mu adjusted to a more comfortable posture, closed his eyes slightly, and was still thinking - there are some things, let's tell him later.

Huarong turned his head, even though the sun was shining brightly, he could still see Shi Mu's face flushed slightly.

--do not know why.

Huarong moved her fingertips, wanting to touch Shi Mu's face, but suddenly clenched her hands and stopped.

Just wait.

Huarong thought so and closed her eyes.

……

The scorched city wall still stands in the wind, and the half-rolled military flag is fluttering, which is the last trace left by Emperor Apocalypse.

The sky is gray, I don't know if it is an accident, or the solemnity that has not dissipated after several years.

Grass as tall as a person drilled out of the gap, the bones of the old year melted into the soil, and the bright red flowers were still sticky with blood.

That's what it looked like 53 years ago.

Animals passed through the grass, making a rustling sound, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Occasionally there is a rapid rustling sound, which sounds like the friction of cloth.

Can't hide the panic.

Something stopped the sound, and there seemed to be fear in the air.

Then everything was quiet again.

It's like... nothing ever happened.

……

The way down the mountain was very bumpy.There are nine twists and turns and strange rocks, but the two are still walking on the ground.

The white tiger followed cautiously.

During the period, there was a rain, not too heavy, but mud still flowed down the mountain mixed with rainwater, and flowed to the feet of the two of them. When they walked, mud would splash on the corners of their clothes. The red clothes already had a circle of dark brown edges.

The slippery road has become a bit difficult to walk.

Baihu arched Huarong with his head, signaling Huarong to sit on his back.

The white tiger has a huge and vigorous body, even if it carries two grown men on its back, it doesn't feel tired, and it still runs vigorously.Don't look at it as docile as a big cat, but the wildness of the king of beasts will not be easily annihilated.

The white tiger jumped up and skimmed over the cliff. Its sharp claws carved a few marks on the rock, and even a metal-like sound could be heard.

The white tiger pressed its claws hard, roaring deep in its throat, and finally stopped steadily.

Shi Mu only felt that floating in mid-air was not so dangerous on weekdays, his fingertips turned white with fright, he grabbed the white tiger's fur with his hands, and his body froze in Huarong's arms, afraid of being thrown off by the white tiger.

After all, immortals are always lazy, and they wish they could walk slower than ordinary people when they float. It is not a good experience for an immortal to suddenly sit on the back of a white tiger, let alone this white tiger is still alive and kicking.

Shi Mu's face turned pale, but Hua Rong smiled instead.

The immortal always wanted him to ride in a carriage with bad ideas, seeing how helpless he was when he was obviously afraid of fainting.Now the Immortal was frightened by a white tiger instead, and he was too scared to move, no matter what, it could be regarded as a slight win.

His hand caressed the fairy's hand, and he moved gently, wrapping the fairy in his arms.

Fingers intertwined.

He clearly knew that the tiger was still beating, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.

Between the fingers came a temperature that didn't belong to him, and he could feel the other's knuckle-boned fingers tightly clasping his own.

Huarong's hands had a thin layer of calluses, which were scorchingly hot.

In contrast, Shi Mu's hands are more delicate and slightly cold.

Huarong's palm wrapped Shi Mu's back, isolating the raging wind and sand in the mountains.

Then, the edges and corners were smoothed, and the hot and cold were neutralized.Huarong hides the thorns all over her body, Shi Mu puts away the detachment of the gods, and at the same time, becomes gentle.

Shi Mu gradually relaxed, lying in Huarong's arms, as if Huarong's firm arms could even protect an immortal.

Shi Mu tilted his head slightly, and the strands of hair flew past Huarong's shoulders and flew behind Huarong, entangled with Huarong's hair. The red headband shuttled between the two hairs, very much like the legendary old man under the moon. red line.

"Be careful." Hua Rong said in Shi Mu's ear.

Shi Mu's eyes widened, and he lowered his body following Huarong's movements. Huarong protected Shi Mu's head and stroked Shi Mu's hair. The hair strands of the two were entangled endlessly. On the two of them, and then pass through the twisted twigs together.

Baihu seemed to feel that this kind of road was not easy for the two people on his back, so he slowed down and started to walk in an open and flat direction.

In terms of familiarity with this mountain, no one can compare to it.

The weather in the mountains is always unpredictable. There was light rain just now, and now it is starting to clear again.

The breeze blowing on the face is not cold, Shi Mu narrows his eyes comfortably.

"We're almost there, Fengdu."

When Shi Mu heard Huarong say this, he nodded: "That's really great."

If you have been to Fengdu, you will probably be busy.

The white tiger started to pace, black and white were intertwined on its fur, and there were two figures on its body, one red and one black.Behind them is the blue sky, the green mountains, the sun is shining, and the leaves are separated into thin red lines, interlacing behind the two, looking from a distance, it looks like a painting.

Hua Rong and Shi Mu chatted and laughed and left, the hustle and bustle on the mountain was farther and farther away from them.

They may never know—

Following the footsteps of their departure, the sound of the wind decreased, as if someone was whispering, with a unique rhythm in the words——

"As the saying goes, marriages of thousands of miles are bound by a thread. Once a person is born, there will be an old man under the moon to draw a red line for them. Even if the world is far away, Wu and Chu will not be able to cut this line..."

The girl sitting on the treetop raised her head and asked, "Brother, do you think so?"

The young man beside her smiled: "Xiaobu, do you really believe in destiny?" The young man shook his head, "That guy Yuelao wouldn't do such boring things, no one can tell about marriage .However, Brother Jiu must have drawn that red line himself."

The girl nodded: "That's right, people like Brother Jiu don't believe in destiny. In his eyes, he is probably destined."

The young man patted the girl's head and said, "If you have time, I'll take you to meet Yue Lao."

"Okay big brother."

"By the way, call Dabai back, don't it run away with someone in a blink of an eye."

"Hey! I forgot about it, but the elder brother is more reliable." The girl said, picking a leaf from the tree and putting it in her mouth. The leaf made a long sound, like a bird singing in the forest.

The white tiger that was about to come out of the mountain moved its ears, flicked its tail and continued walking, pretending not to hear anything.

……

There is a mountain near Fengdu.

It is rumored that there are wild animals in the mountains.

People also think of a legend. In the legend, there is a knight who kills one person in ten steps and never stays behind for a thousand miles.

I don't know when, in the mountains, ordinary people can only walk ten steps.

Since then, the name of the mountain has been called Shibu.

It's just that everyone in the world is stupid, thinking that wild animals are causing trouble, but they don't know——

It's man-made.

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