Xie Huansheng

My gratitude, have you received it? "

"Grumpy!"

He compared to his body again: "I'm afraid of dirtying your fine hair."

Chi Pengniao couldn't do anything to him, so with a wave of his right wing, a cloud of sea water immediately flooded his head, refreshing his heart, Xie Huansheng's whole body was poured into a twisted towel, and his hair and eyebrows drooped.Touching his face, he said, "I'm too afraid of this meeting again."

In Chipeng's long life, he has never seen such a shy person except Xuanzang. He didn't bother to talk to him. With a twist on the head, the man rolled onto the bird's back in an instant.

The Chipeng bird called "Get up!" One person and one peng followed the golden light path and turned back to the capital.

Entering the Chaodu Imperial Palace, the maid led her to wash and change clothes, and then, under the guidance of two palace attendants, went to the Liushui Hall on the left side of Liuhe Hall.

Qian Zun was peeling grapefruit to eat in the hall, and even gave half of it to Wukong.

Xie Huansheng stood outside the door, spying into the room with a pair of flexible eyes.

——Sure enough, there is no gap between rich and poor, and the position is not a problem.

Behind the round table where the two leaned against, hangs a scroll of meticulous portraits.In the painting, Yu Gujin is wearing a white robe, a golden armor on his chest, a white sparrow feather on a high hairpin on his head, and a white phoenix under his feet. The divine seal refers to the sky on his right hand, which means to be impartial, unbiased and unharmonious. .On the black jade sword body, there is a lock of white tassels attached.The first letter: The heaven and the earth are only gods to describe the past and the present.

A plaque was hung above the scroll, and the inscription was written in childish strokes: "A younger brother through the ages"

Signed: Five meals a day is a metaphor for the past and the present

Under the weird painting and plaque, Feng Feng swallowed another piece of grapefruit, and then chewed it slowly, as if tasting the last delicious taste in the world.

He is dressed in a light neon feather coat, with precious jade on his neck, a blue and green sparrow feather on his head, and a sapphire blue long sword hanging on his waist. The hilt of the sword is shaped like a cluster of arrows.

Just as he was looking excited, the servant went up to report: Return to Qianzun, the evil general will bring it here!

After hearing this, Wukong hurriedly dropped half of the grapefruit, and jumped up to meet him: "Good brother, long time no see! Look at you, you are getting fat again!"

Xie Huansheng hit five thunderbolts, and his muscles twitched when he smiled.

Is this passion, or ruthlessness?

But Feng Bo followed behind, striding forward with the wind, approaching lightly, and handing him half a peach with a smile: "The journey is exhausting, let's eat some fruit first!"

Xie Huansheng bowed to him: "Qianzun is very polite. In the past, he only heard his name, but he didn't see his real body. When I saw him today, he really has extraordinary bearing."

But Feng Bo kept smiling, but his eyes were dazed.

Wukong told in an experienced tone: "They are all so troublesome and long-winded!"

But Feng Bo said: "I don't have so many polite rules in my dynasty, and I can just call them by their names in the future."

The host and guest are seated.

But Feng Bao handed him a cup of tea.

He said, "You just paid attention to this painting."

Xie Huansheng had already swallowed a grape.He thought about it carefully, and said: "There is no God of War in the world, and the legend left behind is even more desirable."

But Fengbo pointed at the painting: "See that magical bird? He is much more interesting than my stubborn brother. When we were young, the two brothers would ride a big bird to the sky to compete to see who could fly faster—"

From behind the house suddenly came Chipeng's mournful cry: "Xiaobai is dead, woo woo woo..."

But Fengbo stopped his smile, and sighed at the half peach: "Xiaobai died for the Lord, and taught my bird friend to hide in the nest and cry for several days."

Xie Huansheng was extremely sorry: "It reminded you of something sad."

But Feng Bo smiled lightly: "Everyone has his own destiny, why bother to be persistent. It's like he insists on the inconsistency between black and white, but who can tell the difference between good and evil."

Wukong interjected: "Brother Que, what you said is meaningless. My grandson has never seen you assist the devil in doing evil, but you have helped our master and apprentice a lot."

But Feng Bao didn't take it seriously: "I'll help you, but just because I'm a friend, if one day your eyes are smeared and you enter the magic camp, I will help you the same. As for the monsters-I would like to hand over one or two red-haired and green-skinned monsters." The big devil, who made them look down on me."

The three speculated and chatted for a long time. When talking about Xie Huansheng's background, the conversation turned to Jade Emperor.

But he frowned in a rare way: "He, Lao Ai instigated my elder brother to slash people around with that broken sword. My elder brother's ears must have been specially grown for him. Don't mention him."

Xie Huansheng hurriedly changed his subject: "What do you mean by the five times a day on this plaque?"

But Feng Bo said with a smile: "It will grow your body, he eats five meals a day."

Wukong squinted: "Aren't you crazy about being cool and flamboyant?"

But he burst into laughter: "Children are ignorant! Now the only one who deserves such a name is my bird friend, whose temper is more fiery than his hair."

The Chipeng bird called again.

"But the storm! You speak ill of me!"

But Feng Bo turned back and said, "Hey! I dare not! Why haven't you left yet?"

"Where's the corn? Where did today's corn go?"

"Hey, didn't I say it a long time ago, this year's harvest is not good, and you have a big appetite, how about some corn?"

Chipeng flapped its wings wildly: "You abused me! I ignored you!"

The imperial capital is full of beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beauties, and Qianzun is kind and hospitable. After staying for a few days, Xie Huansheng's heart was so happy that he almost kicked his legs happily.As for Qian Zun, he has been living away for many years, and he was overjoyed to find such a fast-talking, witty friend once in a while, and he really wanted to keep him here for a long time.

Even so, Xie Huansheng knew in his heart that Chaodu was only suitable for "holidays", not for settlement, not to mention that he was a fugitive, and not long ago he boasted in front of the king of heaven that he wanted to kill demons and save the people.

At the same time, Sun Wukong shoulders the challenge of fighting against the Holy Buddha. The world is difficult, and there is no reason to enjoy happiness alone.

The two hit it off immediately, and went to Liuhe Hall to bid farewell on another day.

But after Feng Bojing listened to the confession, she didn't force her to stay, she waved her sleeves and said, "Jin Chanzi lives here safely, you two can go at ease!"

What?Jin Chanzi wants to stay in the imperial capital?Xie Huansheng blurted out, "Since this child can sense the whereabouts of the sacred bone, why not take him with him?"

But Feng Bao simply denied this idea.

"Not right," he said.

"Why not? Is it okay to borrow two days?"

"Before the time comes, his life will definitely be lost."

Wukong has no intention of putting Jin Chanzi in danger.There will always be a way.another way.

Xie Huansheng shrugged and had no choice but to give up.

Chi Pengniao, who couldn't eat corn and was still in a mood, sent the two to the other side of the Yin-Yang Sea.

With both feet firmly on the ground, the future is paving the way. The two people who set off are full of energy and energy.

What they have to do is to take the sacred bone first.

Searching all the way, lengthy to no avail.Meals and drinks, traveling thousands of miles a day, and saving lives under swords have become daily chores.

Wukong has been running for half his life, his steps are firm and orderly.Xie Huansheng is like a butterfly playing with flowers or a wasp gathering honey, buzzing along with him to many places.

Walking through the grass dew and autumn mountains, the bright moon and pines, the fish wearing white waves, the flowing clouds and green ravines, the falling red sunset glow, walking through everything that a man and a woman should walk through scenery.

But they both happen to be men.

——It's ridiculous and deplorable.

Xie Huansheng sweated for himself.

"Could it be that Xie Huansheng, who is suave, civil and military, wants to be single with a monkey!?"

Another midsummer.

There is still no clue of the holy bone.

Xie Huansheng said: "It's better to stay here for a while to collect information."It happens that the Pulong River at the foot can communicate with Songshan Mountain and Jiuxing Fencheng. Such a favorable geographical location is really hard to find.

Goku nodded in agreement.

Xie Huan's familiarity and familiarity turned into another house.Cheered: "Come in the house, come in the house!"

Wukong put one foot on the threshold and asked: "You didn't plan it early in the morning, did you?"

Xie Huansheng burst into joy, rushed to the door early, turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"

Wukong pursed his mouth and spat out two words: "Lazy, bug."

Xie Huansheng laughed twice, ran back and took his arm, and dragged him into the room: "Take a breath first, I'll cook."

Wukong suddenly missed the pot of good soup he made, scratched his stomach and said reluctantly: "Well, I will take back what I just said."

Not long after, a table of dinner came out.

The two of them were having a good time grilling rice, when suddenly a flash of lightning flashed across the top of the mountain, and then the sky turned dark, and the clouds and thunder thundered.

Sanqing Mountain beside the Pulong River is densely covered with small streams, the water is fast but not turbulent, strong but not strong. It is not unusual for a torrent to form on such a breezy and moonlit night.

Wukong's complexion changed: "No! It's a demon!"

Just walk away.

Xie Huansheng pulled his leg and followed suit.

☆, 8

They are one step too late.

The six villages at the foot of Sanqing Mountain, under the impact of the thick, icy, and bright black floodwaters, are like six bird's nests that have just taken shape, fragile and vulnerable to a single blow.

The moment it hit the ground, it fell apart.

The villagers fled in disorder, some died, some were injured, and some survived.

The flood, however, spread more and more rapidly like thorns being cut continuously.

At the moment of death, the two pairs of tacit understanding looked at each other, knowing the number in their chests, the two shook hands at the same time, like a swan fighting the waves and breaking the wind, they entered the nine days together.The Dinghaishenzhen Needle, which came out of the ear suddenly, was powered by the wind, spinning like wings, and the Buddha's light broke through the darkness in an instant, and a huge golden cloud that could cover the sky bloomed like a lotus, supporting the flood tide that was rushing down.

At the same time, Xie Huansheng pointed to the sky with one hand, and controlled the top with the other, and the cloud and thunder solidified immediately, and the torrent reversed and flowed upwards. Under the pressure of the two forces, it turned into a transparent water drop half the width of the river, which was drawn by the golden lotus. It absorbs and decomposes continuously, and then explodes with a bang, overflowing with water vapor. After a while, a light rain falls from the sky, as soft as sand, as if to comfort the lost lives.

"Bodhisattva! A living Bodhisattva is here!"

"Yes, yes, look, it's Dou Zhan Buddha who came to help us!"

The surviving crowd gathered at the foot of the mountain, raised their arms and shouted, and bowed their knees to worship.

"Hey, they beg you!" Xie Huansheng couldn't help laughing, and grabbed his face with his hand, "Hey, you'll blush when you're praised!"

Wukong's cheeks seemed to be lit by two clusters of small flames, and there was an interesting blush.He protruded his eyeballs, and pushed him away violently: "Roll!" While retracting the Sea God Needle, he sniffed around, "Unknown monster energy!"

Xie Huansheng twisted his hands out of thin air, sure enough!

"It's fake," he said.

"It's the chemical composition." Wukong said.

Xie Huansheng heard the strange smell, turned his head and said: "Who taught you this?"

Wukong's face didn't turn red anymore, and he pointedly accused: "It's not that you are a bad friend! Look at how you have changed me!"

——Suddenly shouting and cursing came from the foot of the mountain.

"The witch! The witch is here!"

"Hold her! Don't let this murderer escape!"

The crowd turned to gather in another place.

"Have you caught the real master?" Wukong leaned over and shot down the mountain like a fast arrow off the string.

Xie Huansheng, who was panting behind his buttocks, followed Qianbai.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Wukong shouted outside the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads to see, isn't this our savior Buddha!Immediately spread out neatly and respectfully to both sides.

It seems to have seen the dawn of the end.

The monster crouched in a pool of blood, severely injured, its hair loose and piled on its face, its bright eyes peeping timidly.

There was a blue light in his eyes.

Xie Huansheng was dumbfounded: "Xiaoqing?!"

Hearing his cry, Xiaoqing threw herself up immediately after struggling: "Grandfather, save me!"

Xie Huansheng bent his arms to support her weak body: "You—did you do something bad?"

She shook her head vigorously: "I was looking for the whereabouts of the glutinous rice balls, and I was chased and killed by the demons. I did this as a last resort... I... I have never done anything bad since my sister left."

bad thing?She lowered her head abruptly, her face became extremely pale, the past was floating and ups and downs in her mind, one after another, she couldn't tell what was wrong and what was right.

Xie Huansheng twisted his neck, he looked at Wukong.

Wukong observed calmly for a while, then asked Xiaoqing: "Do you have evidence?"

"Yes!" Xiaoqing took out a pointed ear and handed it over, "Look, is this their ear?"

Wukong took the pointed ear and spread it in his palm. It was indeed a devil's ear. The sharp and fresh devil's ear must have been out of the body not long ago, and the blood had not yet coagulated.

Cold and brutal blood.

"Bodhisattva, you are talking!"

"Yes, yes, quickly use your peerless martial arts to kill her and save us from harm!"

The crowd chattered and shouted.

Wukong pushed his right arm and made a blocking posture.

The villagers froze for a moment, then shouted again: "Master! Bodhisattva! Don't be fooled by this goblin!"

Wukong closed his eyes and did not speak.

He remained silent.

Silence for a while.

This small meeting is as long as a year.

Some people want to get rid of it and then hurry up.

Some people want to take sides but are powerless.

At this moment, Xie Huansheng's thoughts couldn't be simpler - Xiaoqing has little relationship with him, and these villagers have never met before, so he can only believe in Wukong's determination.And believe it.

He was panicked.

Wukong suddenly asked sharply: "Demon girl! Did you do this flood?"

Xiaoqing bit her lip: "Yes."

"You know what's wrong?"

She gritted her teeth and was stunned. Xie Huansheng hurriedly shook her: I almost said something wrong!

She is so light, it is not enough for him to fill the gap between his teeth.

"I... I was wrong."

Wukong turned his back and asked extremely coldly and aggressively: "Are you willing to change your past?"

Xiaoqing made a clever move, and then resentment poured out of his eyes.

She hated the monk's ostentatious alms.

Wukong Kuo'er turned around, fiercely threatening: "You - you are willing to change your past!"

Xie Huansheng was also startled.

This splash monkey!Terrible!

Xiaoqing trembled in shock.

Is it fear, or hate?

She raised her eyes and asked her benefactor for help.

Xie Huansheng turned his head away, pretending to watch the stars at night.

This matter is not up to him!

"I would!" she said suddenly.

Xie Huan, who watched the stars at night, let out a sigh of relief.

Wukong turned to the villagers, and put a seal on his hand: "People have many faults, like water returning to the sea, correct the evil and do good, and the sin will disappear by itself."

"We don't care what mistakes she has made or what sins she has committed, we just ask her to pay her life quickly and stop harming us!"

"One good deed, one sin. You say she is a devil, if the devil confesses his sins and repents, if the devil abandons the devil and is righteous, do you hope there will be one more human being in this world, or one more devil?" Wukong said and took a big step towards the crowd. step.

"This…."

Seeing everyone wavering, he strikes while the iron is hot: "If she has good intentions, I will take on any mistakes and I will not change my vow."

Even if it wasn't for me—he glanced at Xie Huansheng who was looking up at the starry sky, this fat man would definitely be able to do something, even if his stomach was full of bad water and growled day and night, it was inevitable that his brain would die one day.

Xie Huansheng then sneezed.Who misses me?hell!

Everyone was silent.The hatred in his eyes did not disappear.

Suddenly, someone questioned: "Ha! Your friend and this banshee are old acquaintances, right! The fate of a demon is fate, so isn't our fate our fate?"

"Yes, yes, there is no point in arguing!"

Why!Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, as if "I can only help you so far".

He generously let go of the banshee, and beckoned with a heroic demeanor of letting the emperor search: "You are right, she deserves to die a hundred times. Kill her if you want to! Don't be polite!"

So three or two villagers came up and waved their fists.

Four or five villagers came up and gripped the stones tightly.

More villagers came up, holding their axes high.

Xie Huansheng sucked his nose.

The results were not surprising.

No fists, stones, or sharp weapons fell.

How can a person who has never committed a crime kill at will?

The crowd fell silent again.Trust, or distrust, the Buddha's ideal, the demon's goodness, they can't weigh it.

But if they don't kill them, how can they confess to those who died in vain and earn back their face?

"Master, I believe in you!" A man with the appearance of an elder stood up, "Master, you saved my only son from the tiger's mouth three years ago. You are so kind and virtuous that there is nothing in return. I will support you no matter what you say!"

"I, I believe it too."

"And I!"

....

The elders are worth a thousand dollars, and the wind direction suddenly turned, so the three of them became tigers. Gradually, the trend became clear, and those who had doubts in their hearts stopped showing up.

Wukong turned to Xiaoqing again: "Banshee, do you really want to?"

What else can she say?She is a smart monster.

She said: "I am willing to obey the master's arrangement."

Wukong stretched out a hand to her: "Well, from now on, use your hands to build bricks and tiles and support this family."

Xie Huansheng remained calm and pushed from behind.

In this way, Xiaoqing was "supported" by the two of them smoothly.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Huansheng didn't say anything and made no fake comments.

After all, the equality of all beings is too broad and too fickle, and he cannot measure the fairness and right or wrong in it.

As a bystander, he was puzzled.

Xiaoqing went with them to live in the house.

For Xie Huansheng, the next few days were like a nightmare.

Before dawn, Wukong dragged Xiaoqing to the village to move bricks and cast tiles.

After a few days, Xiaoqing turned into a village woman with curly hair and rough clothes, and Wukong turned into a mud monkey.

——All for a harmonious and unified picture of post-disaster reconstruction.

And his daily duty is to carry hundreds of steamed buns back and forth to "feed" the laborers.

Steaming steamed buns is a boring activity full of heat.In the meantime, he allowed the soaring water vapor to evaporate a lot of weight, which is considered rewarding.

Bored, he made Hanamaki instead.

Later, he invented the quicksand bag and made it into the shape of a cute pig. Wukong couldn't bear to look at it for a while, and pointed at the bun and scolded dirty: what a good man!This is like Bajie!

After the village was rebuilt, Xie Huansheng volunteered to be responsible for the interior decoration of each household, even though it was not necessary.

However, this idea worked well, the fly in the ointment is that it made the whole village fly away.

Wukong watched him jump up and down with a numb face, thinking: The evil lady is not bad-hearted, she just loves to mess around.

Xie Huansheng rolled his eyes, and said back, "Who told me I'm so talented!"

He can also penetrate Wukong's mind, who made them good brothers who "shared weal and woe"?

Wukong sneezed in a wonderful way.

On the last day before the autumn solstice, the sun is particularly bright.The last scorching day.

Xie Huansheng touched Wukong's shoulder: "Hey, take a bath, Buddha is not as smelly as you!"

At dusk, Wukong was nowhere to be found.

Xie Huansheng went to the river to watch the tide.This is how lonely people pass the time.

The river was calm and he saw the sunset.Also see Wukong taking a bath.

At that time, the village was filled with smoke.A puff of white flame, gracefully rising into the sky, symbolizes the hope of returning to the old track.

The huge golden light of the setting sun sinks into the distant tidal flats.That was the cause of everything, and it will be the end.As the road monk said, the wind blows and stops.

Back to the truth.

Everything in the world is nothing more than an immortal circle.They are all points on that circle, tiny grains of dust on the earth, nameless leaves on trees.

Wukong took off his monk clothes, and his naked body cast a deep and small round shadow on the beach. He lowered himself slowly, wading away like a fish returning to the rivers and lakes.The remaining waxy color of the sky floated on the lake, bright as a mirror. He scooped up a handful of water, and the water was like shining gold, poured down from the top of his head, flowed through the back of the ear, neck, and turned slightly at the hollow of the shoulder, and then from the The broad shoulders splashed down.

The evening drum was played on the mountain, like a stone piercing through the clouds, seeming far and near, twisting the cooking smoke, rippling flat waves, people lying in the middle of the water, quietly, the sagging arms and the rapidly shrinking waist formed two pieces of sorry The semicircle of the sky is like a cracked and worn mirror surface, full of water and overflowing, just waiting for the moonlight.

☆, 9

early autumn.

The sky is like the sea, and the clouds fall on the green peaks.

The village returned to what it should have been, at least the remaining memories were reproduced.

The yellow dog on the field fence, the flowing water family, a beautiful scene.

It's time to say goodbye.

The gongs and drums in the market are loud and loud.

The bad luck of the savages, the perishing dead, followed by the explosion of one or two firecrackers, scattered like smoke.

Bright joy was left behind.

Disasters are often like a guillotine with a deep mouth and swiftness, and what can't be escaped is at the moment when the knife rises and falls.For the group of people who survived, everything they recovered from their collapse was enough to make them spend the rest of their lives reminiscing about their own luck.

Good luck and bad luck, but mediocre.

They went up the hill to go home.The house on the mountain is already full of autumn colors.There are red persimmon trees, budding and slightly blooming persimmon trees, and Xiaoqing.

What is Xiaoqing doing here?It's time to start cooking.

Xiaoqing is much more sensible than before.At the beginning, she didn't do housework, refused to teach, dressed up flirtatiously, and occasionally liked to mess around—it's hard to imagine how miserable Tangyuan's childhood was.Nowadays, apart from cooking with yarn and going to the yard to pull seedlings to encourage growth, she often beats Xie Huansheng's back and whispers to Xie Huansheng in her spare time, just like a "24 filial padded jacket"; but she treats Wukong with another face, indifferent, half-hearted Not hot, always maintain a distanced respect.

She hates monks.According to her words, it is "a trick".

Xiaoqing vaguely mentioned her sister, a thousand-year-old white snake who led her to practice, and the monk she hated all her life—a bald donkey who stirs up shit.

How painful is this hate word?In Xie Huansheng's view, it may not be that heavy.She calls him Bald Donkey, and her son's voice is soft... The friendship between fellow practitioners and the love between children are still in an ambiguous contest.

Walk across the newly built bridge and go down the bank from the west, there is a lush peach forest.The green leaves in the forest cover the sky, the white awns bloom on the ground, and the sweet fragrance of overripe fruits still remains in the breeze.

Xie Huansheng has the physique of bigu, but not the spirit of bigu.Right now, the five viscera are beating drums, and Yi Fa feels that the forest is deep in mist and fog, and he can't finish walking.

Wukong dragged him away like a mule, thinking: Fortunately, you are not Xiaobailong, otherwise my master would have changed a few times!

"Listen, there's someone!" Xie Huansheng said suddenly.

"Is it the sound of the piano?"

"It's the sound of huqin!" He was a little moved.

"You... like it?" Wukong suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Many, many years ago, when I went to take refuge in Western Xinjiang, I didn't see anyone in a hundred miles, but I could always hear this kind of qin sound..." The sound of the huqin traveled through a hundred years, and it was still disturbing. He was intoxicated as he said, "That sound Like a feather falling from a falcon's wing, it takes a long, long time to hit the ground."

Wukong was confused and very dizzy, he tilted his head to look at him, and saw that auspicious clouds had appeared on his round face, happiness was precarious, and sure enough, Xie Huansheng's youthful symptoms had recurred again.

He was still closing his eyes and talking to himself: "Ah, listen, a person who has nothing to worry about will never be able to play such a beautiful piano sound - let's go and have a look!" He took Wukong's hand like a The stupid fish that threw the hook rushed straight into the peach forest in the opposite direction.

When they arrived at the place, the player who played the violin had already put down the instrument.Half of his chest was bare, his black hair drooped, and his eyes were lonely and arrogant.

It's that Kansaburo!

He cut stones to commit crimes, and used them to place his two precious knives. One of the two knives is thick and the other is elegant. dry".

All are in Chinese.

At his feet, stood three jars of wine, covered with red mud, full of mellow fragrance.

"Good things and bad things, so interested?" Xie Huansheng accosted him.

"None." The other party cherished words like gold.

"You have something on your mind."

"How do you know?"

"People without stories can't play such a rhythm, and the sound of the piano without emotion can't attract me."

"If you have something to say, don't waste time and effort." Good mountains and rivers, good wine and good music, but Yan Sanlang was not in the mood to compete with him.

Xie Huansheng couldn't help thinking to himself: Sure enough, gender is the obstacle to communication. If Wukong and I were the flirtatious green and white snakes, would he be able to understand the amorous feelings?

I had no choice but to say quickly: "Hey, okay. Hero, may I ask why you came here?"

"A grievance." Yan Sanlang easily raised his hand, and there was an extra jug of wine in his hand, "You can avoid it."

But he doesn't.

He also slapped the stone he chopped down, turning the stone into a stool, and then sat on it majestically.Raise Erlang's legs.

Wukong was dumbfounded the whole time, and then he sat down and crossed his legs as he was used to.

"You have led this monk to the ground," Sanlang said with a cap in his mouth, rolling his eyes and smiling secretly.

The aroma of the wine is stronger.

He spat out the red cloth and drank the wine.The wine trickled down the cheeks, like crystal rivers in the lonely smoke of the desert, converging on the protruding chests of the mountains.

There is a blue dragon tattooed there.

Xie Huansheng stared at the dragon, only to feel dizzy for a moment - a distant thing came to his mind, he seemed to have known him before, but he couldn't think about it.

Memories cannot be traced back, years cannot be traced back.

This time, the wind picked up and people arrived.

He was a pretty boy, wearing a half-worn Taoist crown, a long sword on his waist, and wide sleeves like clouds.

That sword, with all its vigor, quenches the stars in the night, is an ancient magic weapon.

No wonder Saburo said: "If I lose, keep my life; if you lose, keep your sword."

A swordsman, what kind of big sword do you want?strangeness.

"Wrong, the debt of death is eliminated, and the sword does not exist!" The young man pulled out a ribbon and bound his eyes.The sword at the waist is also ready to go.

"The origin of the rivers and lakes is to be happy, so why be afraid of killing hatred with a sword!" Sanlang laughed freely, and then slapped his palm on the table.

The boy is not allowed to be the first, he turned around and was three feet out of the sheath, like running fast.

"Oh, wine!" The situation was critical, Xie Huansheng stamped his feet quickly, and the two jugs of wine spun into the air, one on the left and the other on the right, in his arms.

Yan Sanlang used his palm to transform Qi, and the moment he flicked away the sword, he still did not forget to bow to him. "Thank you."

Xie Huansheng was chased by this bow, and he unconsciously became blind: This man, a poetic knife-wielding man, should be able to restrain Xiaoqing, right?

In a daze, as soon as the sword was freed, the two of them were already climbing up the branch.

"Clouds are screens, continents are barriers, and the sky and the earth are boundless. The two birds on the branches are fighting for life and death, leaving idlers free to write poems. It's so boring not to let them watch after a fight." He opened an altar of wine for himself to drink.

The strong wine passed through the intestines, as strong as a fire.The fierce fight above the head was also as fierce as the smell of alcohol.But seeing the smoke and dust snakes rising everywhere, the hanging branches of the trees fluttering, people in it, it's like falling into the cabin of a thin horse humped, and there is no peace.

Wukong sat upright with his eyes closed, shaking all over, as if he had just finished taking drugs.

He is aggressive, but never blind.

"Hey, I said I'm bored!" Xie Huan poked him angrily, "You won't be nirvana, will you?"

"Peace."

"Can't be quiet."

"I can't do anything with you, tell me, what do you want to play?"

"Close your eyes and guess where the two are."

Wukong listened quietly for a moment, pointed to the top of his head and said: "Slashing like the wind, blowing the air, it's a knife." After a while, he pointed to another place, "The sharp edge goes to extremes, the sound is like broken jade, it's a sword."

The two groups of figures entangled several times. "—The swords are all screaming."

The wine is gone, and the broken branches are everywhere.

Ah, the clear wind and sunny day, the blue sea and cloudy sky.

It should be a little romantic now.

Excited, Xie Huansheng found the huqin from among the rocks, crossed his legs, frowned deeply, imitated Yan Sanlang, and started to play it.

"You are really special when you are romantic." Wukong said that his legs suddenly drooped like rubber bands that had lost their elasticity, and his expression seemed to be in Abi Hell, which was extremely painful.

"How to say?"

"Ah, the sound of the zither is really true. Birds fly away in thousands of mountains, and people in thousands of paths disappear—"

With a plop, the immortal-like swordsman fell to the ground. "You! That fatter one! Is it sick?!" He grabbed the ribbon in front of him, pointed and cursed.

Xie Huansheng suddenly felt extremely wronged.Why, his piano sound is so unsightly that even an elegant swordsman loses his language skills?

"Come on, I didn't have time to introduce you just now. I'm Xie Huansheng, who is called a 'soul performer' by people in the Jianghu. It's a pleasure to meet you." Smiling, he helped the swordsman and shook his little hand.This one is all slander fee.

snort!The swordsman shoved him away angrily.

Yan Sanlang jumped down after him, and he cast his eyes on the ground in admiration: "You...do you have a grudge against me?"

Xie Huansheng had a cheeky face: "It's okay, you guys continue to compete."

——They have already finished the competition.

It turned out that as soon as the sound of the piano came out, the two bet that whoever fell first would lose.

In a duel of swords and swords, the swordsman was defeated in the end.

The defeated man threw out the ancient sword, like a rooster resigned to his fate, and raised his neck: "Kill me."

"I said, keep the sword and don't take your life. You go." Yan Sanlang turned around arrogantly and waved his hands.

The young man snorted coldly and walked away.

The sword remained.

Watching him leave, Yan Sanlang embraced the sword in his arms, with an attitude of resignation, like a wanderer's heart that has nowhere to go and puts his heart on it.He was born with thick branches and leaves, and the slender ancient sword was held in his hand, which was even more thin as a tape measure. On the ocher red scabbard, there was a line of small seal characters lying on it - changing the west wind and the moon, and the vicissitudes of life in an instant.

It turned out to be a couple.

Xie Huan gave Wukong a wink with wit and humor—Brother Bulb, hurry up!Wukong nodded again and again, and ran away with him without touching the ground.Save the last jug of wine.

☆, 10

The northern geese face south, and the moon and stars are rare.

The thick and silent night is like a cup of tea.

Xie Huansheng woke up thirsty at night, poured a glass of water under the moonlight, opened his throat and poured it into his belly.After drinking it, I found out that it was soaked strong tea. It was as thick as the night and suffocating. It was a big strong tea that could refresh people all night.

It's the season of sorrow and the season of getting angry, when a glass of cold water is poured into it, an unknown fire is burned: you are immeasurable, you god!Who makes such a pot of tea and puts it on my table at night?Yes, it must be Xiaoqing!This scoundrel will punish her for copying the Tao Te Ching tomorrow morning!

Rolling back to the bed, Xie Huansheng was very worried, because he would get edema due to lack of sleep, but, my God, his face is already big enough!

He picked up a pillow, and started counting monkeys with sympathy.

Night, silence.

There are more and more monkeys, and Pang Ke occupies the mountain.

He counted until midnight before falling asleep.

There was a vague sound of ping-pong fighting in the dream, which was both real and distant.At that time, people were already confused and muddled, relying entirely on instinctive analysis—the battle they witnessed in the daytime seemed to be in front of them, and the lingering sound was still lingering, and it was easy to have dark ghosts in their hearts.Well, everything is nothingness.

Sleep soundly in the middle of the night.

Opening his eyes again, it was already half daylight, and the sound of fighting outside the window was especially loud.It was like a ball of flame, with enough fuel involved and enough hours of brewing, finally exploded with a bang——Xiaoqing and Wukong rushed out of the room together.

bad!Who ran to the door to fight again!There is no end to this!

Xie Huansheng cursed secretly, and rushed out—not as fast as the two of them, because he lost at a slightly lower blood pressure level; what's more, he was wearing wooden clogs dragged out from under the bed, and the slender Wei Jie was made by Xiaoqing. It looks a bit like a monk's shoe, which is not easy to walk on.

The three crowded to the door.

Outside the door was Yan Sanlang, the evil spirit again.And his opponent, from a Taoist priest during the day, has become a group of Taoist priests.

Working all day long, life is hard.

Yan Sanlang's long hair was wet with sweat, his footsteps were frantic, and black blood spattered from his mouth, he must have been poisoned.On the other hand, the group of Taoist priests faced each other with a cold front, and they attacked fiercely, intending to kill them all.

"This swordsman is not a villain." Wukong met his eyes, Xie Huansheng nodded slightly, dodged to block him, and waved his palm casually, and those with weaker foundations disappeared in an instant.

The old Taoist leader saw that the person was powerful, and he was stranger to each other before, so he didn't want to offend him, so he had no choice but to pull a sword flower according to the situation, and persuaded him with kind words: "I am Liu Chuxuan, the eldest son of Quanzhen, and I will pay a visit. Recently, I sent a rebel champion named Summon Shangzi to conspire with this treacherous man to steal my Zhenshan sword, and come here today to arrest the criminal, and I hope the strong men will not intervene!"

What his eyes pointed at was the ancient sword that the swordsman gave up during the day.

Xie Huansheng said, "Oh? How important is this sword?"

"This sword was entrusted by the Taishang Laojun to his disciples a long time ago. Later, he joined my sect, and let me pass it down from generation to generation and never show it to the world."

"What will happen when it comes out?"

"Well..." the old Taoist hesitated to speak, "Once this thing leaves the world, it will inevitably lead to disaster."

"Hey, it's another calamity, one bite after another, and you talk about it so mysteriously, there must be a ghost." Xiaoqing was very disdainful.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Yan Sanlang choked, "This thing belongs to our species, and they killed people to get it first!"

"You two have different opinions, who should we trust?"

"What I say is false and true, I don't want to bet on the lives of the common people," the old Taoist sneered, unable to persuade them, he turned to induce Wukong, "Daddy!"