Demon Sword and Iron Fan Record

But the drunkard smiled "haha", turned around and shook the wine gourd, lifted the lid, and said, "I just happen to make maple leaf wine!" Strange to say, those maple leaves seemed to be bound by a kind of force, becoming a green "ribbon" Hovering and rippling in the air, he was swallowed into the big gourd "swiftly"; the drunkard stood with his feet open, holding the gourd, his long red hair was blown by the wind, he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was tall and powerful, and he looked like a hero.

Suddenly there were a few sneers in the air: "Well done, but you don't even want to see me!"

The drunkard frowned, and put down the gourd, and the fallen leaves suddenly lost weight as he let go, and fell one after another. Sure enough, there was no sound around, and the trees became scattered. Everything just now was like a dream.

"My friend! Hu Jiu!"

Hear the voice and know who it is without looking at the person.But Hu Jiu stood there blankly, and hadn't recovered yet.

Hu Jiu has no wine at the moment, he has just collected a bunch of leaves.But there is a lot of fine wine in the Zhenxiang Pavilion, and the white jade cup held by Arakawa is almost overflowing.

Pouring wine is also a science, what kind of cup to use for what kind of person, what amount of wine to pour for what kind of person, Chen Xiangfeng knew this well when she was still called Hongye; but now, As for wine, she has long since lost her mind. Wine is just to pass the sad time, to pass away difficult guests and something to think about others.

At this moment, Chen Xiangfeng was looking at Arakawa with a smile on his chin, the henna painted with impatiens juice was dazzling.Her peach face is like flowers, her temples are like mountains, her jade hand holds a round fan, and her phoenix eyes are flowing. She is really beautiful and heavenly.

Arakawa, who was lying on the velvet blanket with purple and gold threads, looked at the carved beams and painted buildings in the pavilion, smelling fragrant, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't know if there is some distinguished guest who will make Pavilion Master Shen leave our important affairs behind, so why not invite him to come in and talk about it."

The head of the Songhua School, Arakawa, is he the emperor Jiangxi Beizhu is talking about?The imperial demeanor is fully displayed - his face is sharp and angular, his eyes are deep, his smile is full of domineering arrogance, and his burly figure is as majestic as Mount Tai, graceful and luxurious.

Chen Xiangfeng smiled coquettishly and said: "Oh, it's just a drunkard. Although we haven't sold alcohol here for a long time, but people still come to buy wine without knowing it. This person is the most difficult to deal with, don't give him some strength , the subordinates are always embarrassed, aren't they?"

Laughing for no reason is just a cover-up after all.

"It's still Shen Ge's main post." He said again: "Our arrest warrant has been issued, but the old man in Dafeng Villa hasn't moved yet."

"Hey, he's too old to be useful, Master Arakawa, don't worry." The tone is also extremely charming, which is quite different from the scolding in the maple leaf forest just now.

At this moment, Suibu, a disciple of the Songhua School, hurried over and said a few words to Arakawa.Arakawa smiled unconsciously.

"My subordinates already have news."

"Oh? So fast?"

"Before, an informant discovered that Yaodao had appeared near Qingzhou. There are many special things about this woman, Yaodao."

Chen Xiangfeng realized that his words were out of proportion just now, so he could only add: "Since he is a master of the Songhua School, he is naturally very efficient. I don't know one thing, since there is already news about the Demon Sword, why do you still post a wanted list... oh , because the more people who know about it, the better, isn’t that what we are for? It’s better to be more fanciful. Isn’t it?”

With just one sentence, Chen Xiangfeng's expression turned from a smile to a frown, and then to a smile again, with every frown and smile showing a variety of charms. I don't know how many people fell drunk under the sweet maple tree back then?

Arakawa ordered: "Tell Qingdeng to keep an eye on her. This can only be done after a certain time." The last sentence seemed to be talking to himself, and there seemed to be a scene of the demon sword falling down in front of his eyes. In his imagination, he had the same scenery.

As for Yaodao, this poor and stupid dead ghost has no proof, so he has no more worries.

Yaodao, who was ignorant of the world, didn't know anything at the moment. She took the yellow paper with a reward of [-] silver and sat at the roadside lotus root noodle stall. She liked the sweet and greasy taste of this lotus root noodle.The seller of lotus root powder is a kind old woman, and there is a young girl with cardamom next to her. Every time the demon knife comes, the old woman will greet her enthusiastically. Although the demon knife has a dull expression and no response, she still enjoys it.

"Girl is here again. Is it sweet enough? Is it thick enough? Do you want to add a little more?"

Yaodao shook her head, feeling overwhelmed by the enthusiastic stranger.Facing the kind eyes of the old woman, Yaodao tried his best to smile.The old woman smiled all of a sudden, and then tried to praise how beautiful and cute Yaodao was.Yaodao picked up the bowl and drank it down, almost fleeing in despair.

Phew... She really has to consider whether to come next time.

Let's go to the old ruined temple in the west of the city tonight, this is really a... "good" idea.

After she left, Qing Deng sat where she had just been, and the old woman also served her a bowl of lotus root noodles.

Yaodao walked to the ruined temple in the west of the city, entered the door, sat on yesterday's straw mat, closed his eyes, and meditated.

Outside the temple, the Bodhi is green and the junipers are lingering, but it is quiet.On top of that, no one is coming here.

Suddenly there was a blue light outside the door... Yaodao raised his eyebrows and became alert.

A woman in moon white clothes walked in slowly, with a blue gauze lantern hanging on her cane.

It was Xing Qingdeng.

She saw the Yaodao and looked at it carefully for a while, then suddenly she shook her head and sighed: "I admit that you are very beautiful, but it is a pity that you are still a little worse than me."

"..."

"I also want to stay here for one night? Is it possible?" He said and walked towards Yaodao.

"Wait! Don't come here!" Yaodao reluctantly opened his eyes. The woman in front of him was wearing blue clothes and a fair face. Although she was only a young girl of the same age as her, there was an indescribable strangeness about her body.

"I'm sorry..." At this moment, her tone was calm—she had to control herself, she was very afraid of becoming that way, and every time she became like that, she would feel eternal pain after waking up.

"Oh, I didn't think about it. You, a girl, will inevitably be wary in such an uninhabited place." Xing Qingdeng said with a smile, "Well, let me tell you an interesting story, let's be friends again Come on, so you won't be afraid."

Regardless of Yao Dao wanting to hear it or not, Qing Deng has already started talking on his own.

"Once upon a time, there was a boy from a rich family. One day he met a fortune teller on the road. Behind this fortune teller was a blue gauze lantern." At this time, the sun was setting, and the most blazing light in the world bid farewell to today. Immediately, Darkness will come here.

The voice of the blue lantern was soft, and together with the gloom of the gauze lantern, it shrouded the ruined temple: "The fortune teller told him that one day he would be touched to death by the bull's horns. Although the rich family didn't believe it—oh, the people in this world He was only willing to listen to those things that said he was good—but he was afraid that it would really come true, so he stayed at home and hid completely. The date that the fortune teller said was coming soon, so he was more careful and moved upstairs. "

Speaking of this, Qing Deng stopped and said, "Do you think he is dead or not?"

Yaodao listened seriously, when asked suddenly, he blurted out: "You must be dead if you say that."

"It seems that you are also attracted by the story," Qingdeng smiled crisply - Qingdeng can indeed tell stories, her tone is up and down, anyone will be attracted.Although the little sister at a lotus root noodle stall told herself not to tell stories to everyone, and said it meant "above", huh, she didn't care!

"At noon on the day that the fortune teller said, he opened the window upstairs and looked at the scenery outside the window. He thought that as long as the afternoon passed, he would be safe, and he couldn't help yearning for the flowers and willows outside. Thinking about it, he suddenly felt itchy in his ears , I took off the hairpin and picked my ears. At this moment, a gust of wind blew..."

At some point, the temple was covered with dark clouds, a strong wind blew up, the ruined temple was swaying in the wind, the doors and windows swayed wildly, and the creaking sound was eerie and strange.

The green lantern fluttered, the long hair of the demon sword fluttered, and the four eyes met, as if time stood still.

"The window suddenly closed inwards and touched the hairpin, which pierced through his brain, and he died... and his hairpin happened to be made of horns." After a pause, he added, "This is fate, and no one can escape it. "

At this time, Qing Deng had already walked to the straw mat, stared at Yaodao and told the ending of the story, suddenly a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, their faces were illuminated, and each saw herself in the other's eyes.

Qing Deng was a little surprised - she wanted to scare Yao Dao, but Yao Dao's eyes were filled with fearlessness.

Yaodao repulsed strangers from her heart, but she just saw her surprised appearance, but she found that this woman was actually very cute.

The wind stopped for a while, and the rain came suddenly.

After the story of Qingdeng was finished, I felt a little resentful.She clicked her cane with a "snap", and played with a little temper: "It's raining, the sky wants to keep people, I will live here today!"

The duplicity Qingdeng said inwardly with resentment: "The second master of the Songhua Sect actually wants to live in a ruined temple..."

Yaodao stood up and said: "Fate is indeed inescapable... Thank you for reminding me, friend." Then he walked into the wind and rain, leaving only Qingdeng behind in a daze.

Summer showers come and go quickly.The magnolias in Dafeng Villa bloomed overnight.

The owner who loves flowers the most leaves home early in the morning.

Yesterday, Lin Tianju pleaded guilty to his father and was willing to go out to help catch the demon knife, but his attitude changed so quickly, the countermeasures were too obvious, knowing a son is like a father, so Lin Qifeng just let him come out to make trouble?Maybe it's because she has a little conscience in her heart, or if she trusts Luo Yan enough to complete the task, or if Lin Qifeng's cunning and cunning have other plans, it's not known.

In any case, in Lin Tianju's heart, being able to stop this conspiracy and find her is more important than anything else.

Lin Tianju, Mu Lian, and Luo Yan each had a white horse and galloped on the official road to Qingzhou.On the other side, the arrest warrants were already spreading in the city, Chen Xiangfeng and Arakawa waited quietly by the Cuiwei Lake, waiting for the opportunity to come, but what exactly did this opportunity refer to?

It was almost noon.

They had already arrived at the shore of Yushui, which was gurgling ten miles southwest of Qingzhou city.Lin Tianju and others were resting by the water, while his followers were drinking horses, Luo Yan was counting the number of people and luggage, and Mu Lian was exploring the way first.Lin Tianju sat on the rock by the water, looking at the sparkling water, he couldn't help thinking about the past.

The author has something to say: Why must the surname be Xing?Alas, in order to restore their original names to the greatest extent so...

In addition, the story told by Qingdeng is recorded in "Autumn Dengconghua" written by Wang Hao of the Qing Dynasty. I once read it in a book about Chinese numerology culture. question.I prefer to read ancient strange stories, which can be regarded as sharing.