lazy cat hits cute

"Oh my god, he shouldn't have gone overseas." Chun Guanlan was sitting on the edge of Fuji Harbor by the sea, the sound of seagulls, and the big waves rolling down the snow.He snapped open the coconut, poured the coconut juice into the pastel lotus cup, and chipped with the lotus stalk in his mouth.Zhang Qingyang dug coconut meat with a wooden spoon and ate it, "Why do you all want to go overseas?"

"Overseas is good." Chun Guanlan sipped his drink, "In the eyes of the other eight states, Yongzhou is similar to the country bumpkins. The aura is thin. There is a Jedi here and a Jedi there. For thousands of years, no one can ascend. Beisheng He was able to go out of state, but he ran back, I can’t figure it out, I can’t figure it out.”

"He went overseas too?"

Chun Guanlan disdained: "If he dares to go overseas, I will change my surname to Stupid!"

Zhang Qingyang: "..."

"Don't be in a hurry." Chun Guanlan got up and patted his clothes, grabbed a small crab and threw it back into the sea. A seagull folded its wings and swooped down to catch it. After all, it was a step too late, and the crab was submerged in the snow-white waves. After running all over, there is only one Huaihua who didn't go, he must be there to pick up girls. Tsk tsk, you two will fight first when we meet, I will cheer you on."

"Huaihua? What's that place?" Zhang Qingyang didn't understand why he insisted that Tianjiao was there to pick up girls.

Chun Guanlan smiled wickedly: "Good mountains and rivers raise beautiful women, do you understand?"

Good mountains and rivers raise beauties, but do you know if the imperial palace counts?With one foot deep and one foot shallow, he followed the Spring Watching Hills, fishermen at sea sang fishing songs, giant whales howled, and fountains sprinkled a psychedelic colorful mist on the sea.

East Palace.

Ming Huang received a blue star conch, this kind of conch is purple-blue in whole body, and the shell is dotted with bright spots of starlight, just like the starry sky in summer night, it has always been the favorite decoration of Chongwu sea people.But the blue star conch sent by Zhang Qingyang was different, the threads grew backwards, it was very rare, and even thousands of miles might not be able to pick one out.

A small hole was drilled in the tip of the conch, and Ming Huang tried to blow it, but the sound was very low and out of tune.

He pursed his lips and smiled, and opened the secret compartment of the desk drawer, and there were many weird things he sent inside.Dawu's was a piece of bamboo paper soaked in spirits. When he first received the bamboo paper, he almost accidentally burned it.Shaoyang is a snow mountain butterfly, quietly sealed in a thin piece of wax, its wings are slightly folded, as if it could flap its wings and fly away at any time.Yunzhao is an alabaster, so light that it can float on the water.Xiliang is a green bamboo flute, and it is famous for thousands of miles of bamboo sea.

A thing represents a place, he told him wordlessly: I pass here.

He touched them one by one, feeling refreshed.Buried in the mass of documents and memorials, the emperor has been in poor health recently, and has been living in the palace, and the state affairs are all left to him.

"Cough cough!"

When Wang Gonggong came in, he would cough two or three times to tell Ming Huang that he was coming.

"What's the matter?"

"The envoy of Xuanyi came to report urgently." The prince took a breath, "Shanwu, the master of Huafeng Peak, broke through the realm and turned into a god, and his natal monster Wen Ray has also become an eighth-order spirit beast, and its strength is comparable to that of the peak of Yuanying. !"

Chun Guanlan, who was thousands of miles away, seemed to sense something, and sighed with the back of his head: "Ha, this year is really lively."

Huaihua is indeed a place with beautiful scenery, warm mountains and soft water, and people who speak in a gentle and elegant manner. It feels like a place where you can never quarrel for a lifetime.Chun Guanlan held his head and looked around joyfully. A bold girl threw a bouquet of flowers at him upstairs, and he accepted it with a smile, like an old hooligan.

Zhang Qingyang pulled out the string of Jasmine tangled in his hair: "What's wrong?"

"Someone in the Chongling Sect has advanced to become a god again. I can feel it. I don't know who it is. But after a few days when the news spreads, we will know who it is." Chun Guanlan took out six coins and patted them on the On the peddler's table of the noodle: "This is my apprentice, you pinch it."

Zhang Qingyang turned his head instinctively, but was turned back by Chun Guanlan's ears, imitating the tone of Huaihua dialect: "What are you hiding? What are you hiding?"

Boss Zhang Qingyang watched unhappily as the face mask in the hawker’s hand gradually dented the facial features, and the small bamboo knife pressed out the folds of the limbs and clothes, dyed it, and finally trimmed it a little. A smiling face that doesn't look right at first glance.

It was originally intended to be erected with bamboo sticks. The peddler had good eyesight and thought that Zhang Qingyang might kill him if he did so, so he purposely made the feet bigger so that little Zhang Qingyang could stand firmly on the table.

Chun Guanlan looked at it and thought it was good, so he threw down a silver coin: "Reward!" and threw the little Zhang Qingyang to the big Zhang Qingyang: "Take it to your friend."

The newly formed little Qingyang was still soft, and Zhang Qingyang was afraid that it would be deformed accidentally, so he hurriedly followed Chun Guanlan who was wandering around with it, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

Chun Guanlan knew that he was secretly delivering things.Maybe he also knew that the person he sent was Ming Huang?He was a little uneasy, Chun Guanlan was very shrewd, but he just refused to speak, and couldn't figure out his attitude at all.

Attitude... Zhang Qingyang's heart sank.

Huaihua is upright and Meng Xiachun, with luxuriant flowers and lush vegetation, it is a good season for fighting grass.Doucao Street is crowded with people, and [-]% of them are holding a flower pot and walking through the crowd cautiously. When they meet a flower pot of similar species, they don’t care whether they recognize it or not, and fight it first.My flowers are beautiful in shape, and my flowers are beautiful in color, picking each other's thorns.The voice is noisy, but it doesn't feel harsh and disturbing.

Amidst the noisy voices, Zhang Qingyang vaguely heard Chun Guanlan humming.

The tune was somewhat familiar, Zhang Qingyang listened intently, the more he listened, the more frightened he became, he actually hummed like the dragon song that the dead sang when he left.

Just without the lyrics of the dead.

"Does it sound good?"

Zhang Qingyang's heart beat like a drum, and he dared not answer.

Chun Guanlan didn't look back, and said in a regretful tone, "I've been to Wanxinyuan. There's no black hole. The grass is as tall as a person. I dug the ground three feet and didn't find anything, but I heard singing. "

"Even if you're dead, you're still alive, and you'll leave a song after you go. I can't even imagine what kind of existence it is. I really envy you who can see it with your own eyes."

Zhang Qingyang followed silently, Xiao Qingyang's water evaporated, and he seemed to be lighter, he put it away carefully, and quickly followed Chun Guanlan.

Chun Guanlan seemed to come prepared, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked to the entrance of a small alley. There was a long queue here, and it was about to stretch to other streets. Everyone in the queue was looking forward to it, as if waiting What.

Chun Guanlan strode into the alley, causing a lot of discussion: "Who is he?", "So unruly!" Someone shouted: "Your Excellency, if you want to enter the Danlou, you have to queue."

Chun Guanlan had already left without seeing anyone while they were discussing, Zhang Qingyang hesitated at the entrance of the alley, and rushed in with his head down.The strange thing is that the crowd didn't discuss it this time.

He saw people going in happily at the door, while others came out dejectedly.

The master talked to a woman in gorgeous clothes leaning against the back of the door at the entrance of Danlou, and said a few words, the woman smiled sweetly: "Of course you can go in directly, but..." She glanced at Zhang Qingyang, and her starry eyes suddenly lit up. Bright and charming, "Your disciples have to line up honestly."

"It's okay, he won't go in, anyway, he's not interested in singing and dancing."

Zhang Qingyang: "???"

The woman in Chinese clothes covered her mouth with a smile, Chun Guanlan strode in, the bamboo green gauze curtain was lifted by the wind, and fell softly, his back disappeared all of a sudden.

Zhang Qingyang leaned against the wall, his eyes were empty and he was in a daze.

"Mr. Zhang?" The woman in the Chinese dress called out, seeing him staring blankly at him, writing on his face, "Why did you call me?", full of interest: "I don't know how old you are, do you have a marriage?"

Zhang Qingyang was absent-minded: "Twenty, no."

The woman in Chinese clothes approached, and knocked the silk red maple palace fan on his shoulder: "Look at my sister, am I pretty? Do you like it?"

Zhang Qingyang sternly said: "Cultivators and ordinary women cannot be together." Besides, I don't like you either.He felt that this sentence hurt people, so he didn't say it.

"My family's Dan Ruo is a first-class beauty, and she is also cultivated. How about making her match you."

"No."

The woman in Chinese clothes continued her efforts: "Do you really want to? You see so many people just to listen to Dan Ruo playing the piano, don't you want to hear it?"

Zhang Qingyang was forced to admit Chun Guanlan's opinion: "I can't appreciate it."

The woman in Chinese clothes smiled and stretched out her jaded hands to pinch his face: "Oh, little brother, you are so cute..."