The End of the World in Red [Lu Xiaofeng]

The angry horse in fresh clothes threw down a string of crisp smiles like silver bells.The red clothes fluttered, and a fiery red figure galloped past the official road on a bay red horse.Wherever he went, there was laughter.

"Shopkeeper, bring a pot of tea!" There are often such tea stalls set up beside the official road, and most of the people who receive them are traders, small officials, and people in the world.

The sun is scorching hot, pouring a pot of hot tea in this kind of weather, the clothes will be soaked in sweat in a short while, as long as there is a little wind blowing, it will be a refreshing burst of coolness all over the body.

The woman who raised her voice was all fiery red, her fingers were like peeling onions, and her mouth was like Zhu Dan.The brows are full, but unscrupulously showing a kind of ostentatious spirit, which makes people feel that they have touched a sharp edge.

What a sharp beauty.

This tea stall is simple and simple, and most of the people who come to rest their feet are rough men from the rivers and lakes. Seeing this girl, there is something strange about it.Although the girl was well dressed, she didn't dare to do anything, but there was always some rhetoric in her mouth.

The hot little girl had sharp ears, as if she had heard the gossip, she looked around vigilantly, and she was not upset, she just giggled twice, took a pot of hot tea from the store, pressed her finger In the shape of an orchid, I flicked the rough pottery teapot.

The rough pottery teapot was popped with a muffled sound, and the lid of the pot was broken into several pieces immediately.The tea splashed uncontrollably, but it all landed on the faces of those rough men with incomparable precision.

It was a very hot day, and it was boiling hot tea.Although the skin of the rough guys is rough, it is inevitable that a layer of skin will roll off, revealing pink and tender flesh.

All of a sudden, the people at the small tea stall turned their backs on their backs and became a mess.

A group of people with rough skin and thick flesh, it's nothing to stir up a fire with a little skin, but they are just people in the Jianghu, and they just want to fight for it.Naturally, that disgruntled man stepped forward and asked, "You little girl, we brothers are just talking a few words, why are you so aggressive?"

The girl was not angry, but laughed instead, "You talk about what you say, and I drink my tea, what's bothering you?"

The man was so angry that he was about to draw his knife for a while.He didn't want to bully the weak to kill this delicate little girl, he just wanted to force the girl to admit her mistake.

A Buddha's call suddenly came from the side.

"Amitabha."

It was a monk.

The monk's clothes are worn out, and the straw sandals on his feet are also very vicissitudes.He lowered his eyebrows obediently and nodded, sitting in the most inconspicuous corner of the tea stand, even when he folded his palms together and proclaimed the Buddha's name, he also lowered his head.

"This benefactor, I advise you not to mess with this female benefactor."

The woman laughed again, as if she had twelve hours a day and couldn't bear a single moment of being unhappy.

"This master and student is kind!"

The monk snorted a few times, and returned the salute with palms together, as if he was a very honest and great monk.

"The master is kind and kind, and he is so honest!"

So the monk returned another salute, "The better a woman is, the better her eyesight, [I am not a master, but an honest monk, others call me an honest monk.]"

His voice is thick and steady, and he is extremely honest.

"That's right, the monk is indeed an honest monk." The woman nodded and praised heavily, then went to fumble for her cuff, and after a while, she pulled out a string of pear blossom beads.

"My beads are only for honest monks!"

The Buddha beads were thrown over flatly, and landed on the table in front of the monk steadily, without even the slightest tremor. 36 beads, each polished smooth and moist, all of the same size, seem to still be stained with the woman's body fragrance.

The honest monk stared straight at the string of Buddhist beads, and suddenly let out an "ah", Fangzheng's brows frowned, as if someone stuffed the most bitter coptis in the world into his mouth.

The woman smiled and asked, "What's wrong with the monk?"

The person who was sitting just now was already lying on the ground.

"The monk has violated the precepts. It is already wrong to look at women, and it is even more wrong to see this woman. After seeing this woman, he still wants to speak. It is absolutely wrong! The monk should have violated the hatred, lust, and lust. , Punish the monk to climb all the way back.”

The monk said so, and actually got up on all fours.He seemed to be crawling faster than ordinary people, and he crawled out of the tea stand with a flick of his fingers.

"Lust, Caution?" The woman in red laughed again, as if she had heard a very good joke, "The monk is so dishonest, why do you call him an honest monk?"

The honest monk sighed while crawling, "The honest monk was only dishonest once today, and he met this woman. The Buddha must have blamed me for not being sincere enough, and insisted that I crawl back."

The woman no longer questioned the honest monk, but just picked it up out of thin air, and the string of Buddhist beads on the table flew to the monk lying on the ground, "Master, you have climbed all the way, and remember to put away the Buddhist beads--the things I give to others are always good." It will be recycled."

The Buddha beads are still light and light, very friendly.

The honest monk caught the string of beads with a bitter face, sighed a few words, folded his body, and drifted away like a gust of wind.

The troublemaker in the tea shed was originally holding a knife, but he was so horrified that he couldn't even hold the handle of the knife. He looked at the woman in red in horror, like looking at an evil spirit instead of a beautiful one. girl.

There is such a girl in the rivers and lakes. She wears clothes like fire and rides a maroon horse. Whenever she sees someone who is pleasing to the eye, she must give that person something that matches.

She gave Master Bitter Gourd a set of kitchen utensils, Taoist Mu a box of Go, and Jin Jiuling a message from Six Doors.

Now she gave the honest monk another string of beads.

"You, you are...walking the world alone..."

"Ren Hongyi." The woman helped him finish the sentence with a smile, and put some loose silver on the table, "I see the most beautiful scenery, drink the strongest wine, listen to the most beautiful music, and kill the most asshole villains."

The bay red horse tied to the side of the tea shed is very psychic, and after all these efforts, it has not even the slightest impatience.

The woman lightly turned on the horse, shook off the rein and shouted "Drive!"

Her voice drifted over from afar, "You people are just talking nonsense, and you're not very bastards, so I won't kill you, what are you afraid of!"

The voice was still buzzing and vibrating in the air, but the fiery red dress was already far away.

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