lazy cat hits cute

Since Zhang Qingyang wanted to read the local chronicles, the old scholar had to go to the county to buy them for him because of the affection between teachers and students.After thinking about it for a while, he packed his luggage and asked his host for leave to go back to the city to visit his parents. The host enthusiastically drove the donkey cart and sent him five miles away, so he hurried back on the pretext of having something to do.

After driving for five miles, he could vaguely see the city wall of Donghuang County City, and Wangshan ran to death. The old scholar realized that he could not walk such a long distance with his old bones.

Fortunately, he has a lot of pockets now, and he was lucky enough to get on another carriage carrying firewood.

After finally rushing to Donghuang County, he was surprised to see that the usually deserted street was full of people, and the hotels and inns were full, and he couldn't find a place to rest.In desperation, he knocked on the door of his former classmate.

The classmates treated him very politely, and there were plenty of food and wine on the table.After drinking for three rounds, the two were slightly drunk and started chatting nonsense, chatting all over the world, and the old scholar said drunkenly: "The city is so lively today, I don't know why?"

The classmate waved his hand coolly: "Look at the sky!" Immediately, he wailed, "My wine!"

The old scholar squinted his eyes and looked at the sky through the half-open window. He was stunned for a while, dropped his wine glass and stumbled out, when he was stumbled by the door and ate shit, he quickly got up and looked up at the sky obsessively.

There is a cloud in the sky, about a hundred feet wide, stretching from north to south, the color of the cloud is purple with gold, and it is majestic.Like a huge sword that opens the sky, it contains infinite power of the sky, making people want to worship it.

"Emperor Qi Ziyun!" The old scholar waved his hands vigorously like a child, ecstatic: "The emperor is here, the emperor is here!"

The classmate rushed out holding the wine jar: "Fart! How could the emperor come to such a place where no shit? The prince is here!"

"Prince? Why did the prince come?"

The classmate pointed to the north, crying and laughing: "The endless flames of the Northern Wilderness are extinguished! Something has come out of the Northern Wilderness!"

The old scholar didn't realize it for a while, hiccupped, his nose was full of drunkenness, and he became dizzy from the smoke: "It's off? Well off, well off!"

The classmate yelled: "What a chicken, the demons will destroy the world, and you will die without your place!"

The old scholar got excited: "Monster! You have never seen anything that came out of Beihuang, so why do you say he is a demon? Throughout the ages, who has entered and come out alive? How much do you know about Beihuang? Everything is unknown in the unknowable place. Said, Master does not talk about strange powers and distracting spirits, hearing is delusion, seeing is believing..."

"Where did the sage ever say that! The books are all in the dog's stomach! Hey! The monster eats me with a broom!"

The classmate's wife is a chaste and virtuous woman, and two drunk lunatics are making a fuss in the yard.She calmly drove the chickens to the nest, then closed the door of the main room, boiled water and made tea in the kitchen, and let them make a fuss.

After arguing for more than a quarter of an hour, the two were crazy and tired, lying on the ground in a mess, each of them was poured a mouthful of strong tea by the wife of the classmate, and dragged back to the house like a dead body.

Half drunk and half awake, the old scholar suddenly showed a strange smile: "Monster...hehe, my student is a demon, hehehehe..."

The wife of the classmate thought, this old guy is really drunk, picked up the teapot and poured him a big gulp.

It was raining in Xiaokanzhuang, a drizzle like fog, twisting and turning with the wind.

Zhang Qingyang looked up at the cloud.

Ziyun has been steadily striding across the sky since yesterday. Its kind has changed in various ways, gathering or dispersing. It is always as magnificent as before, and its edges are not chaotic.Like a road leading to the Heavenly Palace, and like a huge purple scar, occasionally small black dots move at high speed under the clouds, from here to there, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Mian Mian, who was working as a female celebrity in the room, suddenly got up, saw Zhang Qingyang still looking up at the sky, and said, "Brother, don't look, come in quickly."

Zhang Qingyang didn't answer.

Mianmian threw down the embroidered clothes, ran up to him and waved her hands vigorously, "Don't look!"

Zhang Qingyang rubbed her head: "Don't make trouble."

Mianmian put her hands on her hips angrily: "What's so interesting, if you stay any longer, your body will freeze to death!" As she spoke, she half pushed and half pulled him back to the room.

Zhang Qingyang was in a daze outside, and he was also in a daze inside.He closed his eyes, in the dark vision.The faint purple rain trails down from the sky, ignoring all obstacles, falling into the earth and disappearing.

The purple rain comes from the purple clouds in the sky.

What is Ziyun, and what is Ziyu?

The master may know, but unfortunately he is not here.

A drop of rain slid past his face, he stretched out his hand to touch it, the rain fell into his palm, faintly, like hot oil falling into snow, aroused a wonderful feeling, and established a close relationship with someone somewhere Connections are fragile but tenacious.

A strange idea popped up in his mind: go to sleep.

So he did, went to bed and lay down with his clothes on.Mianmian ran over to touch his forehead again: "Brother, are you sick?"

"I want to sleep."

"How can anyone go to bed so early?" She grumbled and touched her forehead again, um, it seems to be a little hotter than usual?Hmph, who told you to be disobedient, that's all right now.

The six-year-old girl struggled to hug a thick quilt, covering Zhang Qingyang's body, sat down on the bed with satisfaction after pressing the corners, and embroidered earnestly.

Zhang Qingyang fell asleep quickly and "woke up" quickly.

When he got up, he saw that he had turned into a translucent shape, embroidering clumsily with his sideways body, and accidentally pricked his hand, and a bean-sized drop of blood burst out immediately. She hissed in pain, and the injured finger dropped Sucking it into his mouth, his eyebrows wrinkled together in an ugly way.

He saw that she seemed to be fine, and floated out of the house, but the door couldn't stop him.

Liu Cangda was circling anxiously in the yard: "Where is my cigarette, where the fuck did it go? Smelly woman? Stinky woman! Damn, you know how to play mahjong!"

Liu Cangda couldn't see him.

He walked quickly, pointing to the cloud in the sky, north.The source of Ziyun is in the north, and the place where he came out is also in the north. What is there in the north?He didn't know, so he asked the old scholar to read the local chronicles, and now he is a little uneasy and can't wait

Must see.

Walking fast, flying without a teacher.Someone above his head stepped on a sword and flew over at a high speed, swishing, swishing, drawing a milky white wake, and no one who could fly saw him.

He saw the end of the cloud, and saw the lush Zhangjialing, a very low continuous ridge. When he sat under the tree, he experienced numbness for three days and three nights. The forest was dead silent and the vast wilderness.It doesn't seem to make a difference.

Liu Cangda climbed up to see him, screamed in horror, and rolled down the slope.

One night later, he climbed up again, took a kitchen knife, and shiveringly covered him with clothes, tied them tightly with ropes,

So we arrived at Xiaokanzhuang.

He crossed the mountains, and there was a stretch of tents at the end of the cloud, with several large flags standing among them. The bright yellow flags fluttered in the wind, and soldiers in full armor walked by. of blue light.

The entire camp was filled with solemn killing intent.

He wandered around aimlessly, and a group of soldiers in plain clothes passed him by carrying baskets of black stones. He squatted down and looked at it for a long time, and recognized that this kind of stone with a clean cross section was produced under the fire wall. It will glow colorfully in the sun.

The camp was full of soldiers busy transporting stones, he soon felt a little bored, looked up, chose the largest and most beautiful tent in the camp, and walked over.

There were many people sitting in the tent, all dressed in gorgeous clothes.Sitting at the top is an immature young man in black clothes, about twelve or thirteen years old, his pink and cute little face is tense, sitting upright, trying to show the appearance of a calm and serious little adult, no matter how you look at it funny.

He is the source of Ziyun?

These people whispered to each other and talked softly.The content is nothing more than a few sentences of "Northern Wilderness", "Demon", and "How can this be good".

A man led by Gao Guanbo walked in with his head held high, and the discussion suddenly stopped.He cupped his hands to the young man sitting at the top: "Chong Lingzong Weihui Peak Master Chun Guanlan, pay homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

A look of surprise flashed across the immature face of the prince, he was quite surprised that Chun Guanlan didn't make a big gift, before he could speak, Chun Guanlan walked to the first seat on the left, and the middle-aged man on the opposite seat lifted his chin and said proudly: "Get up. "

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at each other coldly, with brows bristling: "Master Chunfeng, it's really rude of you to do this."

Chun Guanlan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Get up."

The middle-aged man held the handle of the knife with his right hand, his breath suddenly became heavy, and his momentum was like a tiger on the ground: "If I don't give in today, so what?"

"Get out." Chun Guanlan flicked his sleeves, and the middle-aged man flew out of the tent like a broken kite, knocking down five or six tents in a row, ping-pong-pong-pong, and exclamations everywhere.

Chun Guanlan sat down calmly: "Okay, do you have any opinions? If you have no objections, let's start."

There was a dead silence in the seat.

The prince was a little annoyed this time, and said coldly: "Master Chunfeng is so domineering, if you drive away the elders of Shaking Yuezong, who will represent Shaking Yuezong?"

Chun Guanlan pointed to himself: "The master of this peak represents the whole Yongzhou, and it's nothing to worry about shaking Yuezong."

"You!" The prince got up angrily, and the old eunuch beside him grabbed his sleeve, forced him back, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, don't lose your dignity in public."

The prince bit his lip hard, glanced at the paper on the table, and said: "Today, you are called to discuss the birth of the Northern Wilderness. The water level of Ruoshui Tianhe dropped ten feet. Peak Master, may I ask if the Chongling Sect has an answer to the matter of Bujinyan being extinguished?"

Chun Guanlan said lightly: "The demon wants to pass, so the endless flames are extinguished. It has to cross the river, so the Tianhe River is dry."

"The demon has such great supernatural powers, why hasn't he made trouble yet?"

"Why do you say he is a demon? So far, have there been any evil things in Beihuang Dao? Since it has not done any evil, it cannot be classified as a demon." Chun Guanlan glanced at everyone in the seat, showing a gentle smile: "Everyone said Friends, is what this peak master said right?"

No one dared to answer.

The prince's eyes became even more angry, and the old eunuch had no choice but to bow down, reminding him again: "Wenfeng is very powerful, don't argue for the sake of argument, focus on discussing matters."

Powerful!In the whole world, only Hong Ling is the most powerful, and Hong Ling's royal family is the most powerful. A sect master has become so arrogant, and when he ascends the throne as emperor, Chong Ling will be the first to be destroyed!He thought bitterly, restrained his anger, and said nothing.

He would like to see how many of these clan representatives who declared their allegiance to the royal family were willing to refute Chun Guanlan for the royal family.

He was disappointed.

No one argues.

The anger gradually extinguished, and an uncontrollable chill surged into his heart. He really felt how powerful the Chongling Sect was, even if the crown prince, even if he attacked everyone in the world of cultivating immortals, the Chongling Sect would not be afraid.

Zhang Qingyang doesn't care about these.

He felt that the mustard finger on his ring finger was hot and painful.

Is it because of you?

He stretched out his hand and touched the prince's smooth cheek, the skin under his fingertips was white and tender, a little cold.Putting out the mustard finger felt inexplicably hot.

wrong!He woke up suddenly and quickly withdrew his hand.The prince seemed to have noticed something, raised his brows, and stared blankly ahead.My pupils gave birth to a mysterious purple meaning, but after all, I saw nothing.

I'm so confused, why do I feel like someone is touching me?The prince was puzzled.