Cangzhou monster story

A faint fragrance floats in the room, and smoke is rising from the gilded and carved hollow incense burner on the table.

Cuiwei leaned on the soft bed in front of the window, opened the window and looked into the distance.

Occasionally, mischievous rain falls in and wets the ends of her hair.Cuiwei didn't care.

Hearing the movement at the door, she didn't turn her head, but said softly, "Boss Meng, you're here."

"The drizzle of silk reeling has soaked the clothes, Miss Cuiwei is really in a good mood."

"It's all about having fun while suffering." Cuiwei smiled slightly, and called Boss Meng to listen, "Listen, the sound of rain falling."

Boss Meng stepped forward and listened, and sure enough, the sound of rain falling was clear to his ears, which was a bit strange, "Why is it so obvious?"

Cui smiled and pointed down, "Look."

It turned out that there were several pots of luxuriant plantains by the window downstairs.The green leaves are like a green cloud.The sound of the rain falling on the broad leaves of the plantain is particularly noticeable.

Boss Meng couldn't help but sighed softly, "I recited the wrong poem, it should be the rain of plantains."

Tumi took a small red clay stove, put it on the edge, and started a fire.The wine in the flagon was also warmed up.The chess game was laid out, Cuiwei said: "Boss Meng, let's talk about a game?"

Boss Meng readily accepted the challenge, and the two sat opposite each other on the couch and played chess.

The small stove was fanned vigorously by the tea, and after a while it was gurgling white gas.The strong aroma of wine overflowed, Boss Meng squeezed the chess piece, smelled it carefully, and sighed: "Ten miles of red makeup."

Cuiwei said: "Boss Meng is indeed a wine seller, you can tell just by smelling the wine."

"Miss Cuiwei is going to lose money today, all the good wine will go down Meng's stomach."

"Boss Meng just drink, the ten miles of red makeup is enough for today." Cui smiled.

The two were drinking while playing chess, and after an unknown amount of time, the patter of rain became heavier and heavier.

Boss Meng drank a little too much, his head was dizzy, and the chessboard in front of him wobbled and divided into two or three.

Seeing his swaying figure, Cuiwei asked worriedly, "Boss Meng, are you alright?"

Boss Meng waved his hands and said vaguely, "No problem." As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell on the couch.

Cuiwei hurriedly called him a few times, "Boss Meng, Boss Meng." But there was no response.

The green robe was scattered around his body, and his hair was slightly disheveled.Even though he was drunk, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.As if in some sweet dream.

Cuiwei said to Tumi: "Go fetch some water and wipe Boss Meng's face."

Tumi dropped the fan in her hand, nodded, turned and left.

The rain outside the window ding-dong.In the room, only the fire in the small stove was crackling and burning.

Cuiwei got off the couch, walked to Boss Meng's side, and touched the Snow Song Sword pinned to his waist.

The first time she saw this sword, she knew it was Snow Song Sword.It was also here, the only thing that could help her.

But Boss Meng stared too closely, she made countless contacts, but she didn't have the slightest chance to get close to Snow Song Sword.

Finally, she was able to hold the sword with her own hands.

Thinking of this, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Picking up the sword, he just raised his hand, but he hasn't looked carefully yet.

The sleepy person on the couch suddenly opened his eyes, and grasped her wrist with iron-like hands.

"Miss Cuiwei, this sword is not for casual play." The tone seemed to contain the spring breeze of March, gentle and intoxicating.

But Cuiwei could hear the three-point chill behind this gentleness, and she completely withdrew her joy just now, she wanted to struggle but couldn't shake it at all.So he turned his palm and grabbed Boss Meng's chest.

Boss Meng slapped the couch with one hand, his body flickered, and he got out.

Cuiwei turned around and made a move, her sharp palm didn't stop at all.Boss Meng took it sideways, clasped her wrist backwards, dragged her a few steps with force, then raised his foot and kicked her between the wrists, and the Snow Song Sword came out of his hand.

Cuiwei was in a hurry, and quickly turned around to take the sword, seeing that the sword was about to fall into her hand, but a thin veil suddenly appeared in the void and swept away the sword.

Looking back, Boss Meng was pulling off the gauze at the edge and throwing it out as a sleeve.

Cuiwei turned over and hooked Xueyin Sword with her leg, refusing to budge.

The two were deadlocked for a moment.

"What do you want this sword for?" Boss Meng asked calmly.

"I have my own use, and it's useless to put it in your place. Why don't you let it go to me."

"I just said, you approached me several times because of this sword."

"Boss Meng, this sword is really useful to me, so you just have to bear the pain and give up."

"Unfortunately, Meng is very afraid of pain and can't bear it." Boss Meng smiled slightly, and suddenly pulled out the sword with his hand.

Cuiwei didn't give in, she tiptoed, flew out, and grabbed the scabbard.

Both of them worked hard.The Snow Song sword was unsheathed in an instant.

Cuiwei might as well, suddenly lost strength, staggered back, and fell to the ground.

Qing Sha withdrew, and the sword handle fell firmly into Boss Meng's palm.He retracted the sword and put his back on his back, sighed, "This Snow Song sword still recognizes its master."

Cuiwei firmly held the scabbard in her hand, gritted her teeth and said, "Give me the sword!"

"This sword seems to be a disaster, and it has caused so much trouble." Boss Meng shook his head, "But what do you want this sword for?"

"Of course I have my uses." Cuiwei said.

Boss Meng flicked his wrist, and Yin Xuejian pulled out several sword flowers, "Miss Cuiwei, this sword cannot be given to you by Meng, but if you need help, Meng is willing to help."

After speaking, he took the scabbard from her hand and left the room.

Tumi at the door was listening to what was going on inside, so he might as well open the door and fall into Boss Meng's arms.

Looking up, the man was smiling like the spring wind turned into the rain. He looked like he had just fought a fierce battle, and his tone was polite, "Tumi girl, go and help your girls up."

Tumi nodded hastily, and walked into the room with hands down.

Cuiwei sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, the veil that had collapsed at the edge fell to the ground.

Tumi opened and closed his mouth a few times, then said: "Girl, are you okay?"

Cuiwei didn't seem to hear, tears fell down, "I can't save him, I can't save him."

"Girl, get up first." Tumi stepped forward to help her up, but Cuiwei pushed her hand away, "You go out first."

She curled up on the floor, tears rolling down unscrupulously.

"There is no time."

If there is no Snow Song Sword, she cannot save him.

Cuiwei seemed to have returned to the valley full of phoenix flowers.

Big red flowers bloomed and fell on the hem of her skirt.

Jin Han said that that was her most beautiful appearance.

Once upon a time, she also had such a carefree life, innocent as a naughty child.Dancing under the Phoenix.The skirt also burst into flowers.

She also threw herself into his arms, entangled him gently like a vine, and asked him, "Would you like to be so intimate with me?"

He said, "Yes."

It seems that all the good things are frozen at that moment.Everything after that, she was in a trance and chose to forget.