Spring copy

There are still bits and pieces of snow floating in the wind.

Although his back was a little frozen, Mo Ya didn't want to move yet.

At this time, a small snow mound appeared in the snow, and the snow mound moved towards them all the way. Finally, a cat-like creature emerged out of the snow mound, with a chubby body, round eyes, and golden fur.

The reason why it is not a cat is that it has a large diamond-shaped obsidian on its forehead and nine tails on its back, which can act like a peacock spreading its tail.

This little fat "cat" who can only escape the snow shook off the residual snow on his body, looked at Mo Ya, looked at Na Xu, suddenly his face collapsed, and he ran to a corner in desperation, with his back to them, and the nine tails swayed to varying degrees , as if sad alone.

There seems to be a record of this guy in "Bai Ze Tu".

Mo Ya laughed triumphantly: "Siu, you are late!"

Drowsy, Na Xu fell into a dream.

It was dusk in the dream, and a big red sun hung high above the sand dunes, illuminating the entire desert in a refined orange-red color.

The desert heat is transpiring.

Sometimes the wind blows, lifts up the fine sand, and turns it into a sand mist, which is tense and slow at the same time.

Na Xu moved forward all the way, climbing up the sand ladder layer by layer, with a pair of deep and shallow footprints.

At the end of the eye is an oasis.

From a distance, this green field is like a green cat's eye.

Walking closer, Na Xu saw Bai Ze in this spotless oasis, leaning against a thousand-year-old tree and smiling at him: "Do you regret it?"

Naxu shook his head: "Buddhist practice is not about gaining, but about giving up."

The frivolous Bai Ze smiled slightly: "If you are reluctant to give up, you will have to give up. What you give up is your practice."

"Buddhism has [-] paths. If this path is destroyed, you can practice others."

"Practice for love, easy to go mad."

"Thank you for mentioning it, Nasu will keep it in mind."

The corners of Bai Ze's mouth curled up again, and his eyelashes drooped slightly, making it impossible to see the glint in his eyes: "To be honest, I like to see the two of you entangled, but I may not really see you degenerate. Na Xu, your reluctant Mo Ya , what if it is a trickster?"

Before Na Xu could answer these words, in the blink of an eye, the oasis disintegrated and Bai Ze disappeared.

Such a beautiful scene is exhausted in an instant.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the waning moon pressed against the old city wall, leaving Na Xu standing alone in front of a lonely city gate.

The jackdaws hovered wantonly above the skeletons, glowing like fireflies.

In this city, the evil spirit is surging like a wave, rolling in.

Against the wind, the thin cassock spread like wings.

All mourning.

Even the crooked stele beside him seemed to be trembling.

The stone tablet has been covered with moss for years, and from the corner of his eyes, he could see the words engraved on the tablet, but it was a pity that he woke up before he could see it clearly.

When I woke up, I fell asleep in the house and went to bed.

There was a person squatting in the corner of the room, with his head bowed and his knees hugged, wondering what he was thinking.

Nasu got up and walked up to him.

The man raised his face, his almost black blue eyes were quiet and deep: "Are you awake?" This very vicious evildoer has a childish look on his face at the moment.

A long time ago, Mo Ya would have such an expression. When he was young, he was born with good nature, but he could also pretend to be a fake. Anyway, Mo Ya knows that this trick can be enjoyed.

Sure enough, that thread got tricked and messed up Mo Ya's hair, and he no longer felt the embarrassment of frank love.

Later, he found the pinch mark on Mo Ya's neck, which was purple.

"Who pinched it?" Nasu asked.Not yet.

Mo Ya laughed loudly, regaining his rascal demeanor, hooked Na Xu's hair and said, mouth to mouth: "Your old friend likes to spit outside."

Na Xu frowned for a long time before asking: "Aya?"

"His name is Aya?"

"Why is he throwing up?"

"He said he would throw up whenever he saw a pig liver."

"Where did the pork liver come from?"

It turned out that before the sun was about to set, Mo Ya had already settled Na Xu, and he also found clothes to change into, otherwise he would really freeze to death if he continued to be naked like this.

Silk, which came uninvited, kept his back to them and remained motionless.

When the first moonlight fell, the silk appeared in a human form, like a waterfall with long hair, like silk, like satin, like silk.

Silk is also squatting, her limbs are slender but strong, full of vigor and much more beautiful.

The appearance is quite young, but it is really beautiful like a fairy, and it is really not human.

"Shemale." Mo Ya rubbed his hands and breathed out, calling him.

Silk hummed without humming, and ran straight over, pinching Mo Ya's neck with both hands.

This behavior made Mo Ya feel like a man.

Mo Ya let him pinch him, but he didn't lose his mind. He looked like he was watching the show, and he was thinking about when it would be more timely to fight back.

Unfortunately, at the critical moment, Silk began to vomit furiously at Mo Ya, spit on Mo Ya's head and face.

Mo Ya coughed violently, but saw that silk's ashen face turned pale: "What's wrong with you?"

"When I saw pork liver, I felt sick and vomited."

After telling Na Xu up to this point, Mo Ya laughed wildly: "He pinched me and made my face look like a pig's liver."

Na Xu was a little embarrassed, and pushed open the door, but no one was there.And the burly locust tree by the courtyard, with its rough trunk from top to bottom, was dripping acid water all the way.

Naxu walked under the tree, raised his head and called Aya down.

After a long silence, Aya said sullenly: "I was frightened!"

"Sorry for scaring you." Nasu sincerely apologized.

"I don't want to talk to you!"

"Aya, many people are missing, did you do it?"

"En." After a long time, the silk on the tree responded softly.

"Is Aya preparing for a duel, or is she becoming a king and picking a husband?"

"neither."

"Why is that?"

Asked about this, Aya suddenly jumped down from the tree and threw herself into Naxu's arms, weeping dispiritedly: "The king was captured by Ge Tian's clan. I need someone to rescue him."

The opponent is quite powerful. As the heir, he has to seduce many people to rescue him, and he may not have a chance of winning.

So, he came to Nasu for help.

"Why did you arrest your mother?"

"He is the king, and I have an obligation to save him." Aya shook her head, not accepting the fact that the king was his mother.

When he was very young, the silk king who gave birth to him poked his forehead and kindly warned him that he was the king and he was the people, and the people should not get too close to the king.

When he grows up, they are natural enemies who are somewhat related by blood.

He is the king of their clan, the king who gave birth to him, brought him up, and the king he will kill in the future.

And it was Ge Tian's clan who captured Silk King.

They are the descendants of ancient times, who are proud by nature and self-admired. They are even so conceited that they don't want to marry with a foreign surname. This makes their descendants' bloodlines worse and worse, and their life expectancy is correspondingly shorter and shorter.

Not long ago, the chief of the Ge clan discovered that a greater disaster had befallen their clan.

The women of their tribe are gradually losing their fertility.

The Ge clan, which claims to be descendants of heaven and man, is naturally unwilling to be exterminated so hastily.

They read a lot of ancient books and finally found a way to save the whole family.

That is, on the night of the full moon, cast a spell to pray for the protection of the mother of the earth again, drink the blood of the silk king, restore the fertility of their women, let them reproduce, and continue to breed the outstanding Ge Tian clan.

For thousands of years, it is endless.

***

Aya spoke emotionally, her face was full of bewilderment, and tears rolled down her face.

"Aya?"

"Ok?"

"Don't flatter me." Na Xu spoke slowly, with a firm tone.

Aya restrained her aura and sighed, "I'm thirsty."

Naxu opened the door to look for someone to drink, but there was a grim-faced Mr. Gao standing outside the door.

"Your Majesty knows, I want to see you tomorrow morning." Gao Shou said.It was a pity that Mo Ya ruined such a comfortable person like Na Xu.

Mo Ya stretched his limbs and lay on the bed with big characters. He glanced at him and said with a smile, "Master, if you are afraid, we can elope."

It must be very dangerous to go to see the emperor under such circumstances.

It's a pity that Na Xu didn't understand Mo Ya's thoughtfulness, so he shook his head and said, "No, we will see each other anyway."

Yes, we will see you anyway.

Mo Ya sneered, for some reason, he was very happy in his heart.

Maybe it's a victory, maybe it's not.

However, people don't waste their youth.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you say he is obscene, anyway, he won't lose a piece of meat.

In short, as far as Mo Ya is concerned, the cold, white snow scene outside has become very, very good.

And thousands of miles away, the snow scene is also good.

There are trees and wells in this snow scene.

Bai Ze sat by the well, quietly listening to the Jing "Guan" playing the flute in the well.

The moonlight poured down, and a sliver of moonlight melted into the eyes of the person who played the flute. They were faint emerald green, and they were a pair of very beautiful, very beautiful pupils.

If the sun is shining brightly, those eyes must be as green as wild.

The cold wind sticks to the ground, occasionally rolling up sporadic residual snow.

It was a song of lovesickness.

The song is over, and the lovesickness is endless.

Bai Ze breathed a sigh of relief, thanked Guan Dao, and left.

leave alone.

For a long time, Guan was still by the well, touching the flute with his fingertips, and refused to leave.

He is not good at asking to keep him, because his voice is never moving.

Er, a person slowly came out from the darkness.

"Pixiu?" Guan squinted his eyes to recognize it.

"Yes."

This person is an eye-eating Pixiu.

"What are you here for?"

"You seem to like Bai Ze very much."

"Nothing to do with you."

"Guan, you and I make a deal." Pixiu in the dark spoke softly, his eyes were neither happy nor radiant.

Guan puts away the flute, looks at Pixiu, and waits for him to speak.

"Give me your eyes, and I'll give you the most charming voice in the world." The moon and snow softly reflected the outline of Pixiu——

Linden will.

The ownerless Pixiu was born blind and sealed.

If Pixiu sees it, he must recognize his master and bow his head willingly to be a draft animal.

Of course Lin Hui refused to recognize the Lord, but he also didn't want to be blind for the rest of his life.

So, he asked Bai Ze if there was a solution to this method.

Bai Ze said: "You can see the light again if you eat enough aura for your eyes."

Therefore, he will not let go of any nimble black grapes, not to mention that he is a Pixiu.

A Pixiu with no way out.

After a short pause, Linhui spread his hands and said, "Qingluan's voice."

There is a little light in the palm, slowly rising, above it, turning leisurely.

In this dark night, the stars are like the pistils of a lantern.

If you listen carefully.

You can hear, among the high mountains and flowing water, the clearest water splashing on the stream stones, and the sound of water flowers blooming;

Exuberant and elegant.

That is, the fragment of Qingluan's voice.

Everyone knows that Bai Ze likes Qingluan.And Qingluan's singing voice is unparalleled in the world.

Everyone knows that since Qingluan's death, Bai Ze has been debauched ever since.

Looking down, the hand that used to touch Xiao changed to touch his Adam's apple.

Using my own eyes to exchange Qingluan's voice, this is a bad deal.

However, he likes Bai Ze very much.

I like it very much.

So, he raised his head, smiled slightly at the immoral beast, and said, "Okay."

As long as Bai Ze is happy, even if he can no longer see it, even if he gets a piece of it in exchange, that's fine.

For no reason.

He just likes it, what's the matter!

Another night passed.

At daybreak, Naxu and Gan were summoned privately by the current emperor.

The emperor never expected that Na Xu would appear in front of him so calmly.

There is no panic, and there is no Mo Ya's "I just did it, what the hell" kind of dick.

The demeanor is the same as the characters, very simple and not complicated.

"You have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor," said the emperor.

"A poor monk has no virtue to be a national teacher. In the eyes of the world, resisting the decree is also a crime."

"You consider yourself immoral because of Mo Ya?"

"And Mo Ya is immoral?"

The emperor suddenly laughed, and stood with his hands behind his back: "Na Xu, what do you compare me to?"

Na Xu was silent for a moment, walked to Gao Shou's side, suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the sword from Gao Shou's waist.

Such a pioneering feat caused the audience to burst into flames like water dripping into a frying pan.

"Presumptuous!" The non-vegetarian guards all drew their swords and pointed at Na Xu.

Na Xu calmly said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, do you want to draw your sword and fight me?"

Another pioneering work made everyone gasp, this monk is really courting death.

The emperor had no expression on his face, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists.

Only, Mo Ya turned his head and asked Gao Shou in a low voice: "Is he handsome?"

"Your Majesty, do you want to draw your sword?" Nasu asked again.