ghost marriage

The top of Zhongnan Mountain is surrounded by clouds and fog all the year round, and the misty white mist slowly flows over the golden cornices of the Sanqing Hall.The lingering cigarette smoke in the incense burner has a faint sweet fragrance.When I was young, I would occasionally lose my mind during morning class, staring blankly at the golden statue of Tianzun smiling secretly in front of me.The smoke is hazy, the fog is hazy, and the people are also hazy.Hazy, life is a big dream.

There is an old pine outside the mountain gate, with tall and straight branches and strong twigs. It is a hundred years old.It smells the cigarettes in the temple every day, listens to the wise words of the master, and has spiritual consciousness over time.Gradually, you will often meet it on the path in front of the mountain gate. It is an old man with white beard and hair, wearing dark green clothes, who loves to tease the little road boys who are just getting started.Or use a gentle whistle to call a few colorful exotic birds, or embrace two naive squirrels, hand it a pine cone, and it will climb your shoulders along its arms, with a big fluffy tail Sweeping across the cheeks, it is as comfortable as the spring breeze in March.The little Taoist boys were so amused by him that they rushed to the mountain gate every morning after class.He always happily stood under the tree and waited, and with a smile, his old and aging face burst into thousands of ravines.

Later, while the head of the sect was traveling abroad one day, several senior brothers surrounded him.The top is covered with cinnabar and yellow symbols, and the peach wood nails are embedded in the bones.In addition, a bowl of holy water is enshrined in front of the golden statue of Tianzun for 49 days.It is easy to break up his human form and destroy his cultivation base.Such a strong old pine, its branches withered overnight, and its vitality was seriously injured.The continuous pine needles shake off the branches endlessly like falling snow, and the thickness fully covers the feet of the soap boots.

"A monster is a monster. To deceive people's hearts and bring harm to the common people. How can evildoers be allowed to act fiercely in the place where the immortal family cultivates?" The senior brother said firmly.

After that, I never saw the old man who turned into old pine.It is like a dying mortal, withering day by day.A few years later, there was a heavy rain one night, accompanied by lightning and thunder.Waking up early the next day, the Daoist who was cleaning the mountain gate opened the gate and found that the front of the gate was scorched black, and the old pine had been struck by lightning at night and was completely dead.

"And then?" Qin Lanxi leaned forward, stretched her neck and asked curiously.

Fu Changting took a sip of tea slowly, and replied lightly, "Not anymore."

"..." There was a long silence.Enduring again and again, the young prince still couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "You...you are just boring, and the story you tell is the same, so... oh..."

Pulling He Lianfeng up, he turned his head and walked to the bedroom in the inner courtyard: "Go, go, go! Accompany me to the room for a drink. If I knew that listening to the two of you telling stories would be so depressing, I might as well lock up the king alone. Sleep in the house!"

He Lianfeng had no choice but to be dragged away by him.Before leaving, he did not forget to give Fu Changting a wry smile.The Taoist held the teacup and couldn't understand it. Obviously you insisted on telling stories, not to mention that you are angry, but how can you still be angry?

The old shopkeeper and his wife behind the counter listened to the whole story from the beginning to the end, covering their mouths and secretly laughing.Douzi lifted the curtain and ran out from behind the door in a hop.His body has recovered, but he doesn't remember clearly those days when he was lost.

"I played with Amo...Amo said, the city is not good, if something happens...just follow Amo...Suddenly an uncle came...The uncle turned into a snake. Amo stood in front of me and let I ran quickly...then, then...I don't remember..." No adult would seriously pursue and understand the children's childish words.There are not many of these families in this city, where did the child named Amo come from?

"Amo hasn't come to play with me for a few days. Is he angry? I left him..." Pulling the long sleeves of Taoist, the child raised his face high and looked expectantly.

"..." The Taoist who has always said one thing fell silent.Facing this pair of star-bright eyes, I didn't know where to start.Just like back then, I also didn't know how to explain to the lonely juniors why the old man in front of the door never came again, "He moved."

Practitioners do not lie.The innocent child tilted his head and seriously thought about what it means to move, without even noticing the hesitation in the Taoist's words.

It was late at night, and Fu Changting was wandering the streets alone.The heart is restless, and the breathing that was easy in the past is so difficult that there is no progress.I simply went out for a walk, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the whole Qujiang City fell into sleep. Even the red flowers that bloomed on the branches during the day were tired and hid behind the green leaves, showing half of their beauty shyly.

"Fu Changting, you have killed all the ghosts in the world by slaying demons and evil spirits, have you never killed them by mistake?" The questioning words of ghosts have been echoing in my ears these days.

"Will Ah Mo come to see me again?" The child's innocent eyes appeared in front of him from time to time.

Have you killed by mistake?Is it true that evil spirits also have kindness?no idea.

It's just that the evil spirit that has been lingering in the city these days has disappeared.It seems that the world is peaceful because of the snake demon's execution.If so, it would be too easy, making it difficult for people to feel at ease.

A demon is a demon, a snake and a scorpion with a heart full of tricks.Slaying Demons and Eliminating Rubik's Cube is the right way in the world, isn't it?

There was a faint musical sound in the quiet night sky, intermittent and sometimes absent.Fu Changting unconsciously followed the music.After several twists and turns, the eyes suddenly opened up.One side of the clear pool is silent, sparkling under the moonlight.The blue waves are rippling, the water surface is rippling, and the golden light is shining, as if the water is full of gold.Before he knew it, he had already reached the edge of Lin Lake in the north of the city.

There is an octagonal stone pavilion near the lake. Under the pavilion, someone is playing a flute, and the sound of the flute is whimpering. This is where the music Fu Changting heard came from.

Sensing someone approaching, the flute player turned his head sharply.Junxiu's face, raised eyebrows, and that provocative smile on his lips, who else is that bold ghost?

He was wearing a smoky gray gauze dress, a silver crown on his head, and clear eyebrows.A bamboo flute is held between the fingers, and covered with the melting moonlight, she looks like a hermit outside the world.Unfortunately, the words were as sharp as a sword: "I heard that the child has been found. Congratulations. Is the body and limbs still intact? Is there a finger missing? The Taoist priest will cut open my servant's stomach again for inspection." ?”

Not happy, not sad, not angry, Fu Changting didn't blink his eyes, his face was sullen, his mouth was tight, he swung his long sleeves, and turned around and walked back.

"Wait..." The person behind called him, with a bit of hesitation and a bit of unwillingness in his tone, "I want to talk to someone, and you just came. Let me tell you."

The Taoist ignored him and continued walking with his hands behind his back.

Han Yu said, "That child...according to your world, tonight is the child's first seven days."

Suddenly stopping in his tracks, Fu Changting froze for a moment.Looking back hastily, the ghost was sitting in the stone pavilion, sideways, half of his face was illuminated by the moonlight, smudged with a bit of brilliance.He didn't look at him, his eyes were lowered, and starlight, moonlight, and water light blurred his pupils: "That child is a toad, and he doesn't look good. Other children don't want to talk to him. "

The dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and the son of a mouse can make holes.Fairies are also beautiful and ugly.Otherwise, there are so many strange tales, why do they only write stories about foxes, white rabbits, and long snakes pretending to be beautiful women who recommend themselves as pillow mats and add fragrance to the red sleeves of handsome scholars, but never hear that old sows marry crops Legend of Han?The toad family has always been unattractive, with protruding eyes and big mouth, and born with red and swollen pustules.No matter how ugly the ghosts are, they will laugh at their ugliness.

"Only the children of the innkeeper's family are willing to play with him. It is enough to have a confidant in life. Whether it is a demon or a ghost, there is no difference in mind." He whispered to himself, stretched out his hand to take the wine cup from the stone table, Drank it down.

Fu Changting stood at the foot of the stone steps outside the pavilion and looked at him, and Han Yun turned his face away, blushing a little more on his face.This ghost doesn't know how to drink, and his drinking capacity is surprisingly small.

"You haven't seen him. Ever since you entered the city, the kid didn't dare to go." He stared at him mercilessly, with accusations in his words.

Accustomed to the envious and admiring gazes of his seniors since he was a child, the dull Taoist unconsciously rolled his eyes away, panicked and gave birth to an illusion, as if he had really made a heinous and heinous mistake.

"Later, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he sneaked in and played secretly for a while while you were going out. He was still young, and the four big words Ziyang Zhenjun were enough to scare his courage." Even so, he still rushed in regardless. go in.The communication between children is nothing more than a kite, a few big characters like ghostly symbols, and an inexplicable game.Adults who have gone through the world can't understand it, but they meticulously regard it as the imperial decree of the Jade Emperor.

The bamboo flute that was thrown into the air slowly turned a few times, and in front of Fu Changting, it slowly turned into a child in black.The high bulging eyes, the wider mouth than ordinary people, and the dots of spots on the cheeks are really not beautiful.He looked at Fu Changting timidly, lowered his head, and quickly hid beside Han Yu.His fingers were tensely twisted together, and his expression was tense and uneasy.It is hard to imagine that such a timid little elf has the courage to stand in front of his companions and face the ferocious natural enemies alone.

"Good boy." Han Yu patted his head lovingly, and his fingers passed straight through his body as if inserted into the water, bringing up wisps of white smoke.The green smoke dissipated, the flute was still flute, and fell to the ground with a sound of "pa ─ ─".

Han Yu lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Ordinary people have three souls and six souls. Although the body dies, the soul does not disperse. Therefore, within seven to forty-nine days, you can still stay in the world to accompany your loved ones. There are no demons. Death is death. Disappear in ashes. Rebirth."

Watching him bend down to pick up the bamboo flute, Fu Changting found that his right hand was missing a finger, and the ring finger was empty, as if it had been cut off at the root.No wonder the sound of his flute is intermittent and out of tune.

The night wind gently blows the green willows by the Lin Lake, and the long willow branches are covered with new leaves, graceful as dancers, stretching and swaying under the night sky.

"How do you know this?" Fu Changting questioned with piercing eyes, not amused by evildoers' acts of righteousness, nor confused by ghosts' sensationalism.

"There is nothing in this city that I don't know." Han Yun replied quickly, with a trace of sarcasm on his face, his eyes were deep, "It's like I know why King Langya and Taoist priest came to Qujiang City."

Fu Changting's whole body tensed up.Ignoring the chill in his eyes, the ghost with a cunning smile slowly raised the jug and filled the empty glass: "It's just like that night, under the gate of the west city, I knew you were under the tree."

The water-red lips curled up triumphantly, and the curved arc was no different from the crescent moon in the sky.Han Yu blinked at Fu Changting, and couldn't hide his interest in his words: "Because I saw it. I was waiting for you at the gate of the city early that morning."

Seeing the unwilling Taoist with a dark face being dragged over by friends step by step and turning his head three times; seeing you looking around and taking the last step to stand under the tree; seeing you not forgetting to look around carefully before casting a spell to become invisible; seeing nothing When someone pays attention, a little undetectable smile hangs on your frozen lips like spring breeze and rain.It turned out that this wooden Taoist priest was not a piece of wood.

"You!" Fu Changting was in a hurry, his upright face instantly turned purple, "Monster!"

Han Yu drank his wine calmly and shook his head seriously.Jin Yunzi really doesn't know how to teach his disciples.It's easy to do things with a straight line, but also clumsy when speaking, and turning over and over again is either a monster or a wicked person, which makes people's ears callous.The well-behaved true king entrusted the world, but he was locked up on the mountain all day, and he was dumbfounded.

"Damn it!" The other end was so angry that he was about to pull out the long sword behind his back, flipped his palm, and the thunder and fire jumped.

Han Yu hurriedly guarded himself secretly, and fought with him several times, which really hurt him a lot.The expected thunder and lightning did not appear for a long time.The Taoist had a gloomy face, heaving chest, snow and ice flying in his eyes, he was holding on to the hilt of his sword tightly but could not pull out the long sword after all.He didn't say anything, he just took a deep look at Han Yu, turned his head, and walked away silently.

This man...Han Ji was surprised, and froze in place, watching his back as he left.The proud disciples of the Zhongnan School who are respected from top to bottom, their backs are as straight as a green pine in front of a mountain, and on the path paved with gravel, they are dragged by the moonlight into a sharp yet solemn silhouette.

"Fu, Chang, Ting..." Now he is rumored to be the reincarnation of Ziyang Zhenjun, a Taoist who subdues evil spirits and helps the common people.In the future, he will become the head teacher of the Zhongnan sect and even the world's Taoist sect, assisting the king to protect the people and the national teacher.In this life, the word Fu Changting is destined to be connected with demons and monsters.

Chewing the name word by word, Han Yu raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the cup.Wine is like worrying, tasting infinite taste.

After walking a few steps, he couldn't help turning his head again. Fu Changting stopped and turned to look into the distance.The foul-mouthed ghost in the stone pavilion finished his drink and bent down to pick up the things at his feet.A few clumsy paintings, a few bamboo pieces of different lengths, half an unfinished kite, a set of cups, plates and dishes made of clay...all children's playthings.A few days ago, Fu Changting met him in the inner courtyard of the inn.

He moved slowly and gently, holding each piece in his hand and stroking them carefully before throwing them into the lake.The tide rises and falls, and in an instant, the lake water swallows everything up.Fu Changting's gaze passed through the weeping willow and fixed on Han Ji's face.

Ghosts can be cruel and ruthless, resentful and mournful, or seductive and vulgar. They are ever-changing, and if sentient beings have thousands of thoughts, ghosts will have myriad transformations.But there is only one thing that shouldn't be, ghosts should be compassionate.Such a compassionate and loving expression should not be a ghost, Fu Changting only saw it in one place, that year in the early class, when he occasionally raised his head, amidst the cigarette smoke, the Tianzun in the Sanqing Hall had such a face.

Not far from Linhu Lake, there is a cobweb-like alley criss-crossing.The alleys are twists and turns, some of them reach the end after only a few steps, some of them touch the base of the wall and go forward in a detour, endless.

There is an unremarkable second-hand goods store at the end of an alley that is so small that it has no name.The storefront is only as big as a door panel, and the store sign is covered by dense wine curtains in front of the door and behind the house, and only an inch of light is seen in the store all year round.The owner of this shop does not seem to be dedicated to the business. The dark shop is full of sundries of all kinds. It is not clear what the purpose is. The dark objects have been poured from the top of the old wooden cabinet to the ground. The customers who want to enter the store can't even find a place to stay.

It was noon at this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the heat was scattered in all directions.The small shop quietly huddled in the shadow of other people's houses, silently, and there was a sense of desertion from the inside to the outside.Fu Changting stood across the street for a long time under the scorching summer sun above his head, but he never saw a single customer in the shop.

On the contrary, the clerks in the store are very diligent, with a rag in one hand and a feather duster in the other, they have been shuttling back and forth between the messy and disordered goods since they opened early in the morning, wiping this and dusting that, working for most of the day, and working diligently Holding a set of gilded Persian wine breath hard.It was a very thin middle-aged man, tall, so thin that a khaki gown hung on his body like a big sack.The most eye-catching thing is the two front teeth that stick out from the lips, they are golden and clean!The bright wine glasses complement each other.The Taoist with piercing eyes saw through his true form at a glance, this is a rabbit spirit.Fu Changting remembered that Han Yu called him Xingren.

"Let me work alone again... Hehe... You know how to bully me. Let me tell you, even if you are pushed, rabbits will bite people..." While working, he groaned dissatisfiedly, Xingren Looking at the already spotless jug in his hand, he touched the cool body of the jug carefully with his fingers, took another breath, and wiped it with a cloth.The old utensils are as new as if they have just been carved by the goldsmith's hand.Xingren was very satisfied, showing a big smiling face. The jug could be used as a mirror, showing the big golden teeth of the rabbit, the crumbling wooden cabinet behind it, and the cold-faced Taoist priest hanging by the door to hold the demon bag.

"My God---" With a shriek and a trembling, the wine jug fell to the ground, and a jade plate was placed on it. The plate stood up half its body and hit the crooked copper bottle on the side.

"Ding Dong! Clang! Clang!"

"What are you arguing about? Didn't you see that I was sleeping? If you keep arguing, I'll tell the master, I broke your two precious front teeth!" Slowly, a large hairy head appeared behind the counter, with a large bald spot in the center of the head , the meaty stomach was stuck between the counter and the wall and could not get out.Angrily reprimanded, the civet cat rubbed its eyes and found that there was someone in front of the door in a daze. ah!"

Another scream.

"What's the matter? Hawthorn, what are you doing? Is it itchy again?" An impatient voice came from the inner room behind the thick curtain.

Fu Changting glanced in, then stepped into the shop with his robe lifted.The extremely thin rabbit froze in place, rolling his eyes, about to roll over. "Gulu──" The trembling civet cat swallowed carefully, and pressed its back against the wall, as if this would make the fat belly look smaller.

"Why don't you talk? Xingren, Xingren! What the hell are you two doing?" After a long time of not hearing the answer, Han Ji in the inner room was a little anxious.

"Master... people..." Hawthorn spoke weakly.That terrible Taoist, he, he, he, he came over, came over!

Fu Changting was standing by the check-in counter, with the same rigid face that couldn't see any expression. His hair was straight and his eyebrows were drawn into his temples. His whole body seemed to be cut with a knife and an axe.

He raised his hand slowly, and there was a small round porcelain bottle in the palm of his hand.Gently put it down on the counter, Fu Changting closed his lips, turned and left.

The warm one on the porcelain bottle must have been held by him for a long time, so that even now he can still feel some residual warmth when playing with it.Unplugging the cork, the strong medicinal fragrance pervades the dimly lit small room. The cool aftertaste reminds people of the mist that lingers on the top of Zhongnan Mountain for many years, and you can even smell the faint scent of the best incense candles on the Sanqing Hall. sandalwood.The medicine commonly used by the Zhongnan lineage has the miraculous effects of removing blood stasis, breaking bones, and building muscles.Even, it can heal the wounds of thunder and fire.

Han Yu laughed, "This Wooden Taoist..."

"What the hell are you planning?" A gust of wind blinded Han Yu's eyes, and a hoarse old voice suddenly sounded.

"Brother." Although it was not the first time he faced him like this, Han Yu still couldn't help feeling flustered.With a flick of a finger, he quickly hid the porcelain bottle in his sleeve.

"Hmph!" The figure was tightly wrapped in black gauze from head to toe, and it could only be discerned from the tall silhouette and dull voice that this was a man, "I haven't seen you for a few days, little brother, you seem to be getting bolder Quite a few."

Hurriedly bowing his head, Han Yu held his breath and replied, "Han Yu dare not."

"It's better not to dare..." The end of the sentence was deliberately elongated, and behind the heavy black veil, a pair of red eyes were faintly visible.

Han Yu hurriedly lowered his head again.The black gauze "rustled" and every soft sound was creepy: "What's wrong with the blood array?"

"Everything is business as usual."

"That's good. The emperor star is alive? Ziyang Zhenjun? Hahahahaha... so what? It's up to people to plan things. Once the blood formation is successful, what can the sky do to me?" It seems that the near future can be foreseen. The scene where they all crawled under their feet, the black shadow laughed shrilly.

Looking at his distorted figure, Han Yu felt unbearable bitterness: "Senior brother..."

"Do what I asked you to do!" The unspoken persuasion was exchanged for the merciless reprimand of the other party.The black shadow approached suddenly, and the deliberately soft tone made the pair of bloody eyes even more terrifying, "Little brother, you have been the most obedient since you were a child. Stay here obediently, don't dream about impossible things, it will only harm you." yourself."

"I don't." With wide eyes, Han Yu calmly met his gaze.

"Hehehehe..." There was a rough laugh, and suddenly when Tathagata came, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the black shadow full of lifeless energy disappeared without a trace.

As if after a fierce battle, Han Yu sat down weakly leaning on the back of the chair, his limbs almost collapsed.The porcelain vase in the sleeve slipped down into his palm again along his wrist, the tentacles were hard and cold, no longer warm like before.

The summer is scorching, and the sun is like a fire at noon.The vicious sunlight forced the cicadas on the branches to scream.There were very few pedestrians on the side of the road, and Qujiang City under the scorching heat was full of pale sunlight.

At this time of year, the sky spares no human beings, and human beings are worthless.Wu and Chu were at war, and the next battle in Qintian City resulted in tens of thousands of casualties.King Lu Jing sent troops to Badong again; Lan Xun, the son of King Jianan, took over the throne and recuperated for several years. Now his army is strong and ready to move; the battle ahead is fierce, and the Langya army has reported frequently, urging Qin Lanxi to return to the fief early.

People in the teahouse were discussing that for several days in a row, the salesman who had never seen him walking through the streets must have been taken away by the arresting strong men.In the land of blazing flames and smoldering flames, it is always heard that one general will be successful, but how many people can return victorious in ancient battles?

The singer above the restaurant knocked on his teeth, frowned and whispered: "Prosperity is also the suffering of the people. Death is also the suffering of the people."

Qin Lanxi was moved by the words, put away his fan, and shook his head again and again: "Be willing to be a grass on the side of the post, don't be a person in a troubled world." Between his brows and eyes, he couldn't bear it.

He Lianfeng gently held his hand: "When we take down Yingzhou, peace and prosperity will be just around the corner."

Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes.Han Yu's passionate words suddenly jumped out of his heart, who started and created this turbulent world today?Ghost?Demon?Devil?Or... people?

Fu Changting remained silent, holding a teacup in his hand, with a calm face, and no trace of the monk's compassion could be seen on his solemn and solemn face.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced inadvertently, and happened to catch a glimpse of the tall and thin figure rushing downstairs.this is not……

Huo Ran got up, and the Taoist's indifferent face seemed to be frozen in ice, unconsciously revealing a bit of playfulness.

The old shopkeeper sat drowsy behind the counter.There is no one outside the store, and there is no one in the store.The old tables, chairs and benches are silently placed in place, feeling the slow passage of time.

A thin face peeked out from the door.The khaki figure was lying outside the inn, with his body tightly against the wall, trying his best to hide himself in the thin line of shadow under the wall: "How can I find this?"

Xingren was very distressed: "This hot day... Alas, the master knows how to embarrass others."

The monster who was watching the situation inside the store didn't realize it, and a shadow on the ground was added unknowingly.Fu Changting stood behind him without saying a word.The old-fashioned Taoist priest, even when he went down the mountain, never had the slightest thought of deviant. Under the scorching heat, he still wore an airtight Taoist robe meticulously, with knee-length sleeves and a towering Taoist crown, buttoned all the way to the tip of his chin.He was not too hot, and stood upright under the sun, watching with interest the anxious rabbit spirit in front of him rubbing his hands and stomping his feet, sweating profusely.

"Who knows which room the Taoist priest lives in? If he wants to take me in, what will I do... Alas, it's all because of the hawthorn! Okay, what kind of sugar cake do you want to eat. Just forget about choking to death!" Pulling up the sleeves, carefully Wipe the two golden front teeth carefully.Faintly felt that something was wrong, and there was a chill on the back, and it was so cold.Xingren looked back anxiously, "Oh my god..."

He staggered and sat down on the threshold.The skinny rabbit spirit raised his hand, tightly guarding his precious front teeth: "You, you, you..."

"Your master is looking for me?" Fu Changting asked after hearing what he said to himself just now.Whenever monsters and ghosts see him, they always react like this.Fu Changting has become accustomed to it.Except for that person... Han Yu, it seemed that he had never seen fear in his eyes, even if the thunder shook for nine days, even if the sword touched his throat.Either laughing wantonly, or staring coldly, or speaking impassionedly, or whispering to himself, polite, extreme, and sad, the man has countless different expressions, but he has never shown any fear.

"I, I, I..." The earth-colored goblin struggled to stand up, but she couldn't.Trembling, he pulled out a pendant made of silk rope from his sleeve, and held it up to Fu Changting's eyes tremblingly, "My master asked me to hand this over."

It is a jade pendant, the lotus leaf carved by jasper is lifelike, the pink lotus is half open, and a small toad is squatting on the leaf.The workmanship is meticulous, the carving is quiet and beautiful, not like ordinary things.

"It's a pair. The young master of this family has one, and this one belongs to that child." Seeing Fu Changting staring intently, Xinger heaved a sigh of relief, "The master said, at least keep it as a memory."

With a long sigh of relief, he finally finished what the master asked him to do.Xingren got up in a panic, and before Fu Changting could speak, he let go of his feet, jumped up and down, and ran away without a trace.

The Taoist stood there in a daze, thought for a long time, lowered his head, and solemnly tied it around his waist.The pendant in the shape of a lotus leaf shimmered in the sun, small but piercing to the bottom of my heart, very much like the eyes of the child, the eyes of the little toad spirit transformed from the bamboo flute in Han Yu's hand that night.

Sure enough, the salesman who greeted everyone with a smile hadn’t been seen for a long time. The careful aunt next door dragged Qin Lanxi to chatter away, and the young peddler who went back and forth between the capital and Yingzhou also disappeared for some days: “It’s too chaotic outside, Everyone is afraid to go out."

The good-tempered prince has plenty of patience to gossip with her.The fast-talking woman kowtowed her melon seeds with a loud voice: "Oh, don't look at the cloth that has been sold for so many years, and it's only nineteen! Everything is fine, except that there is a big black mole on her face, which ruins her face. It's a man's fault. Yes, if it’s a woman, it’s difficult to get married. Hahahaha, gold is never pure, and no one is perfect. Everyone is the same in this kind of life, as long as you can get by, let’s get along. Someday God will open his eyes , I won’t be fighting any more, and I will be able to live comfortably. I just don’t know if I will have the good fortune to wait until that day.”

Qin Lanxi smiled and got up to make tea for her: "Auntie is young."

While she was not paying attention, she turned her head and glanced here, frowning, winking, and smiling mischievously.

The business of the inn was still not good, and there were a few resting guests in the huge store.As the sun sets, the sweltering heat that has shrouded the whole day is finally blown away by the wind, and the cool breeze blows past the door, bringing a touch of coolness to the store.

He Lianfeng grimaced at him with a smile, and there was a tacit understanding in his eyes that Fu Changting couldn't understand.The victorious general and King Langya were childhood sweethearts since childhood.Ever since Qin Lanxi picked up He Lianfeng, who was dying of hunger, from the street when he was nine years old, He Lianfeng has become Qin Lanxi's shadow.Get along day and night, eat and sleep together, are called masters and servants, and are actually close friends.Even on the battlefield, within a hundred steps, if there is Qin Lanxi, there must be He Lianfeng.It was even circulated at one time that the good-for-nothings shared the same big tent.

In the gossip, they don't hear it.Holding hands, holding shoulders, all kinds of intimacy are completely as if there is no one else around.

"They say that this king wants to live for the people of the world. In fact, compared to the world, this king wants to be himself." Before leaving, Qin Lanxi said to Fu Changting in this way, with a light tone and a smile, "Maybe within three to five years, China will be unified, and the world will return to its heart. People in the world will no longer have to suffer from chaos and live comfortably. However, Qin Lanxi is no longer Qin Lanxi."

The normally bright eyes dimmed for a moment, and after a moment, they were full of smiles again: "But, no matter what, Helian will be by my side, right? Daoist, you can pinch and count. How about Wang Qi's hexagram?"

Fu Changting hastily avoided his eyes: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

"Taoist? Changting?"

Suddenly returning to his senses, Fu Changting paused, and raised his eyes in a daze: "Huh?"

Holding the long knife in his waist, He Lianfeng hesitated: "What's the matter? I've never seen you in a daze."

"fine."

The world-renowned General Bai Sheng has a resolute face that matches his burly figure. After years of martial arts practice and years of fighting, his brows are tight and he is not angry. Compared with Qin Lanxi's kindness and roundness, he is even more dignified: "The moonlight is just right Daoist, how about we two discussing each other?"

Fu Changting raised his head and looked out of the window. The sun was setting and the moon was shining brightly: "No way. I need to go out for a while."

He Lianfeng looked puzzled, Fu Changting stopped talking, raised his hand to drink the tea in the cup, straightened his clothes, and drifted away.

There are weeping willows on both sides of Linhu Lake, and the mountains outside the willow embankment are majestic and rolling.The lakes and mountains are hidden, and a bright moon is shining.

Next to the smoked willows, under the stone pavilion, I don't hear the crowing of warblers, I don't hear the singing of insects, I don't hear the sound of the flute whimpering like weeping that night.Fu Changting stood in the pavilion, facing the lake, with his hands behind his back.Han Yu didn't appear, and the Taoist who came alone looked calm and waited wholeheartedly with his long sword on his shoulder.Subconsciously, he always felt that he would come.

It wasn't him who came.

"The night is long, and the loneliness is boundless. Don't let down the beautiful scenery of this good day, let the slaves perform a dance for the Taoist priest, and spend tonight together." The delicate and sweet voice came from the bottom of the lake.

Ripples swayed in circles, and the calm water surface was choppy.Water was splashing, and a woman in a rose-red gauze skirt walked from the water like a breeze, her skirt was like waves, and there was no trace of stepping on the water.

"What a handsome Taoist priest." When she got closer, she covered her mouth and smiled, her eyebrows were red, her cheeks were glowing with morning glow, her peach eyes were as charming as silk, and the bright red flower in the center of her forehead was so enchanting, "Nu Jia Li Ji , I have seen Zhenjun."

Bow down flutteringly, like a weak willow supporting the wind, like a lotus moistened by rain.

Fu Changting frowned slightly, and raised his eyes proudly, ignoring her who was as bright as a peony: "Stand back!"

A carp spirit who has practiced for [-] years, even if she is born with an alluring appearance, it is difficult to keep a vicious heart like a snake and a scorpion.

"What a ruthless person." She suddenly became aggrieved, with tears in her beautiful eyes.Boldly take another step, the moonlight is bright, revealing the breasts half exposed under the tube top, the soft and boneless jade hands climb up like water plants, grabbing his sleeves, "Good man, why don't you even look at me?" ?”

The melodious voice pierced her bones, and the rich aroma came to her nostrils as she approached, like Lanfeilan, like musk deer but not musk deer, penetrated into the bottom of my heart, and ignited the boundless fire of desire.Fu Changting's eyes became colder, his expression turned cold, and he waved his sleeves and shouted angrily, "Presumptuous!"

The sound was like a torrent of bells, piercing through her ears, and the wind in her sleeves was stirring, and she was hit directly in the face with a burst of energy.

"Ah ──" Li Ji let out a miserable cry, and hastily covered her face, blood was already gushing on her cheeks.Regardless of the pain, she only cared about her pretty face, "You cruel Taoist priest!"

Tiangang's upright spirit walked around him, Fu Changting's face was cold, his palms were filled with murderous aura, without any sympathy: "Monster, how many lives have you killed?"

"I'm afraid it's you who can't count." Before Li Ji answered, there was a chuckle in the willow forest, and Han Jiu walked out slowly.After watching the excitement for a long time, the ghost smiled narrowly, "What a pure-hearted and ascetic monk, in front of the beauty, he will not move."

Ignoring his teasing, Fu Changting snorted softly, turned his face away, and looked indifferent again with his chin raised.

Han Yu shook his head, walked to the lake, raised his footsteps slightly, but he stepped on the waves without a trace: "It's a pity for our sister Li Ji, Luohua has intentions, but flowing water is ruthless."

"It's not your turn to intervene!" Li Ji gritted her teeth as she waved open his outstretched hand.

"Really?" The lake was tumbling, and he slowly bent down. There was a ghostly voice with a gentle voice that seemed to gently hold her injured face, and looked at it lovingly.Sticking it next to Li Ji's ear, Han Yu said clearly, "He is not someone you can afford to provoke. You should thank Pindao for saving your life tonight, Li, Ji, sister, sister."

"You!" Clenched a mouthful of silver teeth, the gorgeous woman's eyes turned red with anger, "How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Why not?" Turning his head and motioning her to look at the Taoist in the pavilion, Fu Changting looked at the ghosts and demons on the water calmly with a blank expression on his face.Wiping the blood on her cheeks considerately, Han Ji straightened up, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his fingers, "Give up. In his eyes, even if you look beautiful, you are no different from bones. Maybe, bones It's more pleasing than you, at least it doesn't smell so pungent."

The seemingly caring words are actually sarcasm hidden in every sentence.Li Ji glared angrily: "How dare you treat me like this?"

"Daoist, do I make sense?" Han Yu turned his head slowly and asked Fu Changting with a smile, disdainful to argue with the frustrated woman.

Such a pure smiling face robs the moonlight and covers the stars, with only a slight smile on the lips and a witty gleam in the eyes, it compares all kinds of charms to dust.

Fu Changting was at a loss for words, his mouth and tongue were bound by his smiling eyes, his mind was blank, and his bewildered gaze stayed on the lake.and up to